Author Notes: So some of you have a problem with my lack of updates? Two words: TOUGH SHIT. I mean, wow, it's not like I HAVE a life besides updating a FANFIC on a website….dear god WHAT is the world coming to?! Now if you people have grown enough brains to realize my focus isn't all on this one story…as I think I previously mentioned, I have up to chapter 7 written, but I'm going to be doing some rewrites on those bcuz I don't like the way they are. This is a short chapter, but enough to keep you guessing. The Red Wings start playoffs tomorrow, and since I'm a hockey fanatic I'll be devoting a lot of time to that as well as my ongoing soccer season…don't expect a whole lot of updates for this or Still Fast, Still Furious. Reviews are nice…since they actually make me want to keep writing this story.

~*Sika Dawn

-Things Change: Chapter 4-

Letty's POV

            I woke up and shook my head, glancing at the clock and feeling the slight after-effects of the beer. 9:30am Saturday. And that means…my day off. YES! I get out of bed and head downstairs, not even bothering to get dressed first. I poor myself a bowl of Wheaties and sit at the table eating my breakfast.

            Dom walks in next and almost stops in his tracks. "What? Is my shirt ripped or something?" I joke, kinda hoping it's actually the case. Cuz then I could just throw him down on the kitchen floor and make him beg me for more….Whoa, off track there…although the mental picture is very inviting…

            "Let, you ok?" Dom pokes me on the forehead as he sits across from me. "Oh, yea. Me? Fine." I reply. Stupid…

Dom's POV

            I walk downstairs to the kitchen after hearing someone moving around and see Letty eating her cereal. I almost trip over my feet when I see her, bcuz it's apparent that she just got out of bed. She's wearing an oversized t-shirt with what looks like nothing underneath, so her thighs are visible…

            "What? Is my shirt ripped or something?" she asks jokingly. I figure out how to move again.

            "Oh, no. I was just…thinking…that's all," I reply but she doesn't look like she heard me. I sit down across from her.

            "Let, you ok?" I poke her in the forehead and she shakes her head, coming back to reality. "Oh, yea. Me? Fine." She replies.

            I wonder what she was thinking about…I definitely know what I was thinking about! How much I'd just like to grab her and take that shirt off and make her moan…God am I perverse. But that's ok, we're all adults now. Whatever thoughts go through my mind are my business.  

Letty's POV

            Today's the day…I work up my courage to actually go thru with what I had started thinking about the night before.

            "Hey, Dom," I say. "Yea?" he looks at me. "What time are you going into work today?"

            "Not til tomorrow," he replies and I look at him questioningly. "Mia bothered me until I agreed to take the day off."

            Perfect! "Oh. So, the rest of the guys and Mia are all working."

            "Yep," he answers. I finish with my cereal, put the bowl in the sink, and go upstairs to work out the plan in my head. I walk into the bathroom and jump in the shower. Hmm…what to do…we'll be home alone all day…I wash my hair with my strawberry shampoo. Then, I had the perfect idea. All I needed was some of my oh-so-sexy clothes and Dom and my plan would be perfect.

            Sometimes it bothers me to think about how girly I turn when I'm thinking about Dom. I mean, I grew up a tomboy…and I have no problem with the way I am. I guess it's just the estrogen in me that makes me not mind showing off my cleavage to someone I care about like that I think to myself. I shake my head and grin wickedly. "I'll show him the womaness I have."