AN: Thank you so much for all your reviews, you've been very supportive:-) Of course I am continuing...well as you can see since this is a new chapter...sorry, sorry I promised I wouldn't ramble anymore. But, thanks to adpi24, Sinilu Silverspell, Shelbers, love N/S, Freddie, MissyJane, SistaSouljah, and Corporal Cupcake. These are all I have so far so if you reviewed and I didn't mention you, I'm sorry, but thank you so much! I'll try to do this, but if too many people review I may not be able to, we'll see how it goes. Oh and yes, I am proud to say I have come out of the Snicker closet...there were some interesting things going on in there...never knew Nick and Sara were like that...wow...
After a rare relatively relaxing shift, Nick hopped into the passenger side of Sara's Denali. Since he had not had much sleep, he was afraid to drive and had made up an excuse to ask Warrick to drive him to work. He knew getting over this ordeal would be hard, but for the first time in two weeks he had a real, genuine smile on his face. Now that Sara knew, it was a lot easier. Sometimes asking for help was the biggest and hardest step to make.
"So, where to?"
"Is there anywhere else?"
"Jenny's." They both said at the same time, causing them to laugh a little. (A completely original name...not at all like Denny's.)
As they drove, Nick listened to the radio station Sara had on in her car. "Really, Sara. Pop?"
"Hey I sometimes I just like to listen to something mindless and brainless and at least try to keep my brain from thinking so much."
"But pop?"
"It has a good beat."
Nick looked at her with raised eyebrows and searched through her radio. All of her pre-programmed stations were pop, and with some tuning he finally found what he was looking for.
"Nick...country?"
"It's good. Just listen."
"I just hope it's more than 'my cow wouldn't move so I shot it...my dog wouldn't bark so I shot it... my truck broke down so I shot it... my wife didn't listen so I shot her..." She sang in a fake, exaggerated twang.
"Hey hey don't you mock my people." He said jokingly. "But no, most of it's not like that. It's actually pretty good."
"We'll see."
By the time they pulled into Jenny's, Sara was humming along with the last course of a Dixie Chicks song.
"I told you you'd like it." Nick announced triumphantly.
"I never said I liked it." He gave her a look. "It was okay." His eyebrows raised expectantly. "Okay, I liked it." She said defeated.
"Told ya."
"Shut up, jerk." She swatted his arm before getting out of the truck.
They joked around as they entered the restaurant, and a young blonde girl with big boobs and a short skirt showed them to a table. Sara eyed her carefully, and felt a pang of possessiveness over Nick. Sure they weren't together, they were only friends, but she couldn't stand the way the waitress eyed Nick. Sara was fully aware of how good looking and charming he was, but it still annoyed her when other girls looked at him like that. She couldn't help but wonder if he liked it like that. After all, the girl that served them was what Sara had labeled as Nick's 'type'.
"I'll have the vegetarian omelet and a hash brown on the side with a large orange juice and a coffee." Sara ordered without even looking at the menu.
"Yeah and I'll have the steak and eggs with Texas toast, with a large orange juice and coffee."
"My, my, aren't you the little cowboy." The young girl, whose nametag said 'Trisha' giggled, her voice sickly sweet.
"Ah...uh huh..." Nick smiled at her and as she looked away he rolled his eyes.
"Isn't she a little young for you Nick?" Sara said, pretending to tease him, though really pissed off about the whole situation.
"Yeah...I've seen her here before. God she's annoying."
She was surprised to say the least. "I thought you liked girls drooling all over you."
"Yeah right. I just love to have women looking at me like I'm a piece of meat at the supermarket." He remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"But I thought-"
"Look Sara, I'm not a frat boy, a womanizer, or a playboy. I have done some things in the past that I'm not particularly proud of, but anything going around the lab about me most likely isn't true. Especially if you've heard it from Greg." Right away he realized his confession had come out more forceful than he intended, and judging by the look on her face, Sara was in shock. He sighed. "God I'm sorry Sara. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I just get annoyed sometimes when all the guys in the lab expect me to tell them some manly story about how I got laid by another blonde bimbo from the strip over the weekend. And the girls I always seem to attract are girls who are like that, who like me for my body, and don't care about my mind."
"It's okay Nick. And I'm sorry for believing all that stuff." She put her hand on the table and he laid his hand over hers.
"Don't worry about it." He gave her a large grin. "And thanks so much for taking me in. You don't know what this means to me."
"No problem. Nobody should ever feel alone or afraid. You should have told me earlier."
"Yeah well-"
"Here you go." Trisha and all her pep was back as she served Nick, bending over a little too much for Sara's liking. Another waitress was with Trisha and gave Sara her meal, all the while looking at Nick. As they walked away they giggled, and Sara heard the other girl say "Wow you're right, he is hot."
Nick cleared his throat and took a drink of water.
"Why don't you ask one of them for their number." Sara teased.
"High school cheerleaders really aren't my type." He said with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Laughing, Sara dug into her omelet. Soon the friends fell into a comfortable silence. Nothing needed to be said while they enjoyed their meal, and not once did they feel awkward with each other.
"So, I'll help you pack a few things then we'll head on over to my place?" Sara asked towards the end of their breakfast.
"Sounds good."
"Oh, we may want to go to the supermarket first. I don't have any meat at home and I don't know if a carnivore like you could survive on without meat." "I like vegetables."
"Besides potatoes?"
"I do. I just... prefer meat. But I like vegetables with my meat."
"Whatever you say, carnivore." She laughed and shook her head.
"Sure, little miss I'll-have-the-fotu-not-the-tofu-cause-it's-cruel-to-the- soy-beans."
"Hey, if you had to watch a pig decompose you'd be vegetarian."
"Oh no, not this man." Jokingly, he puffed out his chest and slapped it. "Me like steak."
Sara burst out laughing, nearly spitting orange juice everywhere. A bit dribbled down her chin and he looked at her, laughing as he subconsciously reached out to wipe it off. They both froze at the contact, the silence awkward for the first time between them. "That's a good look for you, Sar." He grinned to break the tension.
"Shut up." She playfully grumbled as she wiped her face.
They finished their meal, laughing together despite the frequent visits from 'Trisha', checking their coffee, orange juice; Sara was about ready to crack.
"You ready to go?" She asked.
"God yes." He started pulling out enough money to cover both their meals.
"No Nick I got mine."
"You're taking me in for a few days, it's the least I can do."
"A few days?"
"Well I can be out as soon as you want. Even just for tonight."
"No, you can stay as long as you want. It really doesn't matter to me. You can live with me until you get a different apartment or until you're comfortable. Sure you can move into my place. It's good to have company and I've got another bedroom."
"Wait, I just thought of something."
"What?"
"Does your landlord let you have dogs?"
"Oh right, I completely forgot about Dallas." She grinned as she thought of the sweet but large female chocolate lab Nick owned. "It shouldn't be a problem. Mr. Roper only comes down once a month or so to check on the place."
"Great." Nick grinned. "You don't need to worry about her, she's a good dog. She'll even sleep on my bed with me."
"That's fine. I love Dallas."
"Someday I'll have to take you to Texas. You'd love the real thing even more." He froze when he realized what he had said, praying she didn't catch on to what he had said.
"That would be fun." She grinned. "If Grissom would ever let us take vacation at the same time."
"Well I got the check. I only go Dutch when girls ask me what kind of car I drive. Should I give her a tip?"
"Yeah, poor thing is probably starving for a new boob job." Sara grumbled sarcastically, getting a big laugh out of Nick.
He placed the money on the table and stood up. "C'mon."
On their way out, Nick spotted Trisha coming up in the corner of his eye. "Quick, pretend you're my girlfriend."
"What?"
"Just do it." He whispered urgently to Sara and took her hand in his.
"Huh...oh Sweetie..." She began to gush as the woman neared them. "Thank you soo much for breakfast." As much as she hated girls for it, she let out a big giggle. "Eskimo kiss!!" He looked at her and she reached up and they rubbed noses, both of them laughing. Before he could stop himself he gave her a peck on the lips. Sara paused for a second in shock but tried to recover quickly. 'He's just pretending.' She reminded herself. "Oh you're just so CUTE!" She tried to keep up the act.
"Um... have a nice day." The young waitress faked a smile and walked off in a huff.
Once they were outside of the restaurant, Nick leaned over to her. "Thanks so much, Sara." He said, breathing a sigh of relief. However, they continued holding hands until they had to get in their respective sides of the Denali. It just felt comfortable.
When they got inside Nick's apartment, Dallas greeted each of them enthusiastically, barking as she pounced around the living area.
"Shh, girl, you wanna cause a disturbance in the neighbourhood?" The dog just barked back at him. "Ah, c'mere." He grabbed her neck as he got down on the floor and played with the dog. Sara watched with amusement as Nick played like a big puppy, barking back at Dallas every time she barked at him. She laughed when Dallas triumphantly pinned Nick to the ground. "Okay girl, time to get off me. If you were Sara I wouldn't mind, but you're a bit too furry for me." He grinned and winked at Sara who blushed.
"I don't get down on the floor and act like an animal."
"I'm sure you do in bed though."
Her jaw dropped and she smacked him hard on his arm, getting a good feel of his muscular biceps. "You're horrible!" She punched him again.
"Smack me as hard as you want, baby, I like it rough."
"NICK!" She screeched.
"Yes scream my name..." He grabbed her by the hips and began to tickle her. "Nick lemme go!!" Dallas began to bark at Nick as if trying to protect Sara. "Get him, girl!" With that, Sara and the Labrador, without warning pounced on Nick, Sara tickling him while Dallas licked him all over.
"Okay, okay, uncle! UNCLE!"
"Dallas doesn't know what uncle means, Nick."
He sighed. "You're supposed to be loyal, be man's best friend!" Nick looked at his dog, who went over and sat by Sara, cuddling into her. "You think you know who your friends are..." He mumbled as he stood up. "Well we'd better get packing. I'll get my clothes and things, you want to take some CDs and my DVDs?"
"Well you have a bunch of old westerns and country CDs."
"Hey don't knock em till you try em."
"Well you could pack them and I could pack your clothes."
"Nuh huh. Then you'll go into work and tell everyone what kind of underwear I have."
"You don't wear tighty whities, do you?" She asked, praying he didn't.
"NO!"
"Okay well as long as it's anything but lacy thongs, then I'm okay with it."
Nick smirked at her. "For your information I wear boxers. Well sometimes boxer briefs."
"Oooh sexy." She teased.
"Well what do you wear?"
"If you're living with me you're bound to see me doing my laundry. You'll find out then."
"I told you mine!"
"So?
"You wear thongs don't you?"
"Well...sometimes..." Nick's eyes widened. He never imagined...well he imagined Sara in a thong but he never thought she would actually wear one. "What?" She asked innocently when she saw the look on his face. "A girl needs to feel sexy once and a while."
"Uh...yeah." He cleared his throat. "Well I'll go...uh...umm..."
"Pack?" She offered.
"Yeah, pack. You just go through my CDs and uh whatever..." He trailed off as he ran into his room, praying his jeans didn't show any evidence of what he was thinking about Sara.
Once he was packed, including the CDs and DVDs, which he had to beg Sara to let him take, they headed out to the car with his and Dallas' things; the dog bounding around them. Sara held her collar and bent down next to her as she watched Nick lifting the heavy boxes into the truck. From the angle she was at, she saw his large firm arms lifting, and when he would bend down she saw his very nice ass.
"God, Dallas you're owner is sexy." She whispered. "Lucky dog..." Dallas just turned around and licked her face. "Thanks. But I'd rather you got Nick to do that."
"All set."
"Okay, lets go to the grocery store."
When they got to the parking lot, Nick turned around and looked at the excited retriever. "Now you stay right there. Don't touch anything, don't eat anything, and don't pee on anything, okay?" Dallas whined and lay down on the back seat.
"Jeeze, Nick, you don't let her do anything fun." Sara teased.
After going through each isle, they piled the cart high with every kind of food. Usually, Sara ate out, and Nick promised to make some good home cooked vegetarian meals for her. At one point, Nick got very immature and giggled as they passed the condom and feminine hygiene isles.
"We should go pick up like a 40 pack of condoms and when we get up there say like 'ooh honey do you think we have enough for tonight? I don't know, want me to get another pack to make sure?'"
"Nick you're horrible!"
"I know." He laughed. "C'mon."
At the checkout, he pulled out his wallet, but Sara insisted she pay. But Nick proved stronger than her and held her arms behind her back while he swiped his debt card and punched in his number.
"You didn't have to do that." Sara told him on their way out.
"Sure I did. You're putting up with me, it's the least I could do."
"I am putting up with you, but you said that at the restaurant. Plus, what I meant was you didn't need to hold my hands behind my back." She pushed him as they got to the car.
"Ready to go to your new home?" Sara asked him.
"I dunno. Ready girl?" Nick asked Dallas, who barked enthusiastically. "Yup." He grinned.
AN: REVIEW! Oh just wondering, how long should I do my chapters? I can do them long, but it will take me longer to update. Or I can do shorter ones and update more frequently. Let me know! Oh, and we only have 10 days of classes left before exams, so I'm gonna be busy for a while, and may not update as much as I'd like to. But after, I'll be free...(hopefully I'll get a job though) But I'll be able to update a lot more often.
TBC!
After a rare relatively relaxing shift, Nick hopped into the passenger side of Sara's Denali. Since he had not had much sleep, he was afraid to drive and had made up an excuse to ask Warrick to drive him to work. He knew getting over this ordeal would be hard, but for the first time in two weeks he had a real, genuine smile on his face. Now that Sara knew, it was a lot easier. Sometimes asking for help was the biggest and hardest step to make.
"So, where to?"
"Is there anywhere else?"
"Jenny's." They both said at the same time, causing them to laugh a little. (A completely original name...not at all like Denny's.)
As they drove, Nick listened to the radio station Sara had on in her car. "Really, Sara. Pop?"
"Hey I sometimes I just like to listen to something mindless and brainless and at least try to keep my brain from thinking so much."
"But pop?"
"It has a good beat."
Nick looked at her with raised eyebrows and searched through her radio. All of her pre-programmed stations were pop, and with some tuning he finally found what he was looking for.
"Nick...country?"
"It's good. Just listen."
"I just hope it's more than 'my cow wouldn't move so I shot it...my dog wouldn't bark so I shot it... my truck broke down so I shot it... my wife didn't listen so I shot her..." She sang in a fake, exaggerated twang.
"Hey hey don't you mock my people." He said jokingly. "But no, most of it's not like that. It's actually pretty good."
"We'll see."
By the time they pulled into Jenny's, Sara was humming along with the last course of a Dixie Chicks song.
"I told you you'd like it." Nick announced triumphantly.
"I never said I liked it." He gave her a look. "It was okay." His eyebrows raised expectantly. "Okay, I liked it." She said defeated.
"Told ya."
"Shut up, jerk." She swatted his arm before getting out of the truck.
They joked around as they entered the restaurant, and a young blonde girl with big boobs and a short skirt showed them to a table. Sara eyed her carefully, and felt a pang of possessiveness over Nick. Sure they weren't together, they were only friends, but she couldn't stand the way the waitress eyed Nick. Sara was fully aware of how good looking and charming he was, but it still annoyed her when other girls looked at him like that. She couldn't help but wonder if he liked it like that. After all, the girl that served them was what Sara had labeled as Nick's 'type'.
"I'll have the vegetarian omelet and a hash brown on the side with a large orange juice and a coffee." Sara ordered without even looking at the menu.
"Yeah and I'll have the steak and eggs with Texas toast, with a large orange juice and coffee."
"My, my, aren't you the little cowboy." The young girl, whose nametag said 'Trisha' giggled, her voice sickly sweet.
"Ah...uh huh..." Nick smiled at her and as she looked away he rolled his eyes.
"Isn't she a little young for you Nick?" Sara said, pretending to tease him, though really pissed off about the whole situation.
"Yeah...I've seen her here before. God she's annoying."
She was surprised to say the least. "I thought you liked girls drooling all over you."
"Yeah right. I just love to have women looking at me like I'm a piece of meat at the supermarket." He remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"But I thought-"
"Look Sara, I'm not a frat boy, a womanizer, or a playboy. I have done some things in the past that I'm not particularly proud of, but anything going around the lab about me most likely isn't true. Especially if you've heard it from Greg." Right away he realized his confession had come out more forceful than he intended, and judging by the look on her face, Sara was in shock. He sighed. "God I'm sorry Sara. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I just get annoyed sometimes when all the guys in the lab expect me to tell them some manly story about how I got laid by another blonde bimbo from the strip over the weekend. And the girls I always seem to attract are girls who are like that, who like me for my body, and don't care about my mind."
"It's okay Nick. And I'm sorry for believing all that stuff." She put her hand on the table and he laid his hand over hers.
"Don't worry about it." He gave her a large grin. "And thanks so much for taking me in. You don't know what this means to me."
"No problem. Nobody should ever feel alone or afraid. You should have told me earlier."
"Yeah well-"
"Here you go." Trisha and all her pep was back as she served Nick, bending over a little too much for Sara's liking. Another waitress was with Trisha and gave Sara her meal, all the while looking at Nick. As they walked away they giggled, and Sara heard the other girl say "Wow you're right, he is hot."
Nick cleared his throat and took a drink of water.
"Why don't you ask one of them for their number." Sara teased.
"High school cheerleaders really aren't my type." He said with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Laughing, Sara dug into her omelet. Soon the friends fell into a comfortable silence. Nothing needed to be said while they enjoyed their meal, and not once did they feel awkward with each other.
"So, I'll help you pack a few things then we'll head on over to my place?" Sara asked towards the end of their breakfast.
"Sounds good."
"Oh, we may want to go to the supermarket first. I don't have any meat at home and I don't know if a carnivore like you could survive on without meat." "I like vegetables."
"Besides potatoes?"
"I do. I just... prefer meat. But I like vegetables with my meat."
"Whatever you say, carnivore." She laughed and shook her head.
"Sure, little miss I'll-have-the-fotu-not-the-tofu-cause-it's-cruel-to-the- soy-beans."
"Hey, if you had to watch a pig decompose you'd be vegetarian."
"Oh no, not this man." Jokingly, he puffed out his chest and slapped it. "Me like steak."
Sara burst out laughing, nearly spitting orange juice everywhere. A bit dribbled down her chin and he looked at her, laughing as he subconsciously reached out to wipe it off. They both froze at the contact, the silence awkward for the first time between them. "That's a good look for you, Sar." He grinned to break the tension.
"Shut up." She playfully grumbled as she wiped her face.
They finished their meal, laughing together despite the frequent visits from 'Trisha', checking their coffee, orange juice; Sara was about ready to crack.
"You ready to go?" She asked.
"God yes." He started pulling out enough money to cover both their meals.
"No Nick I got mine."
"You're taking me in for a few days, it's the least I can do."
"A few days?"
"Well I can be out as soon as you want. Even just for tonight."
"No, you can stay as long as you want. It really doesn't matter to me. You can live with me until you get a different apartment or until you're comfortable. Sure you can move into my place. It's good to have company and I've got another bedroom."
"Wait, I just thought of something."
"What?"
"Does your landlord let you have dogs?"
"Oh right, I completely forgot about Dallas." She grinned as she thought of the sweet but large female chocolate lab Nick owned. "It shouldn't be a problem. Mr. Roper only comes down once a month or so to check on the place."
"Great." Nick grinned. "You don't need to worry about her, she's a good dog. She'll even sleep on my bed with me."
"That's fine. I love Dallas."
"Someday I'll have to take you to Texas. You'd love the real thing even more." He froze when he realized what he had said, praying she didn't catch on to what he had said.
"That would be fun." She grinned. "If Grissom would ever let us take vacation at the same time."
"Well I got the check. I only go Dutch when girls ask me what kind of car I drive. Should I give her a tip?"
"Yeah, poor thing is probably starving for a new boob job." Sara grumbled sarcastically, getting a big laugh out of Nick.
He placed the money on the table and stood up. "C'mon."
On their way out, Nick spotted Trisha coming up in the corner of his eye. "Quick, pretend you're my girlfriend."
"What?"
"Just do it." He whispered urgently to Sara and took her hand in his.
"Huh...oh Sweetie..." She began to gush as the woman neared them. "Thank you soo much for breakfast." As much as she hated girls for it, she let out a big giggle. "Eskimo kiss!!" He looked at her and she reached up and they rubbed noses, both of them laughing. Before he could stop himself he gave her a peck on the lips. Sara paused for a second in shock but tried to recover quickly. 'He's just pretending.' She reminded herself. "Oh you're just so CUTE!" She tried to keep up the act.
"Um... have a nice day." The young waitress faked a smile and walked off in a huff.
Once they were outside of the restaurant, Nick leaned over to her. "Thanks so much, Sara." He said, breathing a sigh of relief. However, they continued holding hands until they had to get in their respective sides of the Denali. It just felt comfortable.
When they got inside Nick's apartment, Dallas greeted each of them enthusiastically, barking as she pounced around the living area.
"Shh, girl, you wanna cause a disturbance in the neighbourhood?" The dog just barked back at him. "Ah, c'mere." He grabbed her neck as he got down on the floor and played with the dog. Sara watched with amusement as Nick played like a big puppy, barking back at Dallas every time she barked at him. She laughed when Dallas triumphantly pinned Nick to the ground. "Okay girl, time to get off me. If you were Sara I wouldn't mind, but you're a bit too furry for me." He grinned and winked at Sara who blushed.
"I don't get down on the floor and act like an animal."
"I'm sure you do in bed though."
Her jaw dropped and she smacked him hard on his arm, getting a good feel of his muscular biceps. "You're horrible!" She punched him again.
"Smack me as hard as you want, baby, I like it rough."
"NICK!" She screeched.
"Yes scream my name..." He grabbed her by the hips and began to tickle her. "Nick lemme go!!" Dallas began to bark at Nick as if trying to protect Sara. "Get him, girl!" With that, Sara and the Labrador, without warning pounced on Nick, Sara tickling him while Dallas licked him all over.
"Okay, okay, uncle! UNCLE!"
"Dallas doesn't know what uncle means, Nick."
He sighed. "You're supposed to be loyal, be man's best friend!" Nick looked at his dog, who went over and sat by Sara, cuddling into her. "You think you know who your friends are..." He mumbled as he stood up. "Well we'd better get packing. I'll get my clothes and things, you want to take some CDs and my DVDs?"
"Well you have a bunch of old westerns and country CDs."
"Hey don't knock em till you try em."
"Well you could pack them and I could pack your clothes."
"Nuh huh. Then you'll go into work and tell everyone what kind of underwear I have."
"You don't wear tighty whities, do you?" She asked, praying he didn't.
"NO!"
"Okay well as long as it's anything but lacy thongs, then I'm okay with it."
Nick smirked at her. "For your information I wear boxers. Well sometimes boxer briefs."
"Oooh sexy." She teased.
"Well what do you wear?"
"If you're living with me you're bound to see me doing my laundry. You'll find out then."
"I told you mine!"
"So?
"You wear thongs don't you?"
"Well...sometimes..." Nick's eyes widened. He never imagined...well he imagined Sara in a thong but he never thought she would actually wear one. "What?" She asked innocently when she saw the look on his face. "A girl needs to feel sexy once and a while."
"Uh...yeah." He cleared his throat. "Well I'll go...uh...umm..."
"Pack?" She offered.
"Yeah, pack. You just go through my CDs and uh whatever..." He trailed off as he ran into his room, praying his jeans didn't show any evidence of what he was thinking about Sara.
Once he was packed, including the CDs and DVDs, which he had to beg Sara to let him take, they headed out to the car with his and Dallas' things; the dog bounding around them. Sara held her collar and bent down next to her as she watched Nick lifting the heavy boxes into the truck. From the angle she was at, she saw his large firm arms lifting, and when he would bend down she saw his very nice ass.
"God, Dallas you're owner is sexy." She whispered. "Lucky dog..." Dallas just turned around and licked her face. "Thanks. But I'd rather you got Nick to do that."
"All set."
"Okay, lets go to the grocery store."
When they got to the parking lot, Nick turned around and looked at the excited retriever. "Now you stay right there. Don't touch anything, don't eat anything, and don't pee on anything, okay?" Dallas whined and lay down on the back seat.
"Jeeze, Nick, you don't let her do anything fun." Sara teased.
After going through each isle, they piled the cart high with every kind of food. Usually, Sara ate out, and Nick promised to make some good home cooked vegetarian meals for her. At one point, Nick got very immature and giggled as they passed the condom and feminine hygiene isles.
"We should go pick up like a 40 pack of condoms and when we get up there say like 'ooh honey do you think we have enough for tonight? I don't know, want me to get another pack to make sure?'"
"Nick you're horrible!"
"I know." He laughed. "C'mon."
At the checkout, he pulled out his wallet, but Sara insisted she pay. But Nick proved stronger than her and held her arms behind her back while he swiped his debt card and punched in his number.
"You didn't have to do that." Sara told him on their way out.
"Sure I did. You're putting up with me, it's the least I could do."
"I am putting up with you, but you said that at the restaurant. Plus, what I meant was you didn't need to hold my hands behind my back." She pushed him as they got to the car.
"Ready to go to your new home?" Sara asked him.
"I dunno. Ready girl?" Nick asked Dallas, who barked enthusiastically. "Yup." He grinned.
AN: REVIEW! Oh just wondering, how long should I do my chapters? I can do them long, but it will take me longer to update. Or I can do shorter ones and update more frequently. Let me know! Oh, and we only have 10 days of classes left before exams, so I'm gonna be busy for a while, and may not update as much as I'd like to. But after, I'll be free...(hopefully I'll get a job though) But I'll be able to update a lot more often.
TBC!