"Annabelle..." Fergal whispers in my ear the next morning. His fingers were tracing a circle around the small of my back.

"Mmmm?" I groan, stretching out next to him but my head stayed on his chest.

"I've got to go to the performance center. Do you want to come?" He asks. I crack an eye open and look at him, then to the clock next to his bed that read 6:32. Didn't he sleep? We just got her like 3 hours ago.

"No." I grumble, letting go of his waist and rolling over on to my side. He lets out a soft chuckle, moving with me and wrapping his own arm around my waist. My heart about jumps into my throat when I feet his lips pressing soft kisses over my fabric of the tshirt and up to my neck. "Fergal..." I murmur unsurely. He pulls me over onto my back and his hand palms a cheek before he leans down and presses his lips to mine.

"I'm sorry." He says quickly, pulling away with a worried expression on his face. The thing is, nothing about that kiss felt wrong, it couldn't have felt more right. "I jus-" I didn't give him time to finish his sentence before I pulled him back to me, my lips colliding to his again. My tongue slid along his bottom lip before I pulled it between my teeth making him groan into my mouth. "I wasn't sure if I'd scared you or not." He murmurs when we break apart. "I really, really like you." He admits.

"You don't scare me, but that does." I admit myself.

"Why?" He questions. I chew my bottom lip, not sure how to answer that question. "Tell me, why." He says softer, tilting my chin to look at him.

"Because you're not like any guy I've been with. You're a legit nice guy, I'm not used to that and it's a little scary. I don't attract men like you." I sigh.

"Well this one is attracted to you." He states simply. "Get dressed, come to the performance center with me." He suggests again.

"Ok." I agree.

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"Heeeeyyyy!" A guy greets Ferg when we walk in through the front doors. "Bada boom man, how you doin'?" He asks him when they shake hands.

"Not bad mate. This is Annabelle." He introduces us. The guy had leopard spots in his hair... I liked him already. "Annabelle this is Enzo." He adds.

"Nice to meet ya mama." He grins, pulling me against his chest.

"The same." I chuckle. I let him hold me there, all of Fergal's friends made me extremely comfortable for some reason.

"She's hot, where'd ya get her and are there more?" He asks Ferg with a shit eating grin.

"Originally I met her because she does my body paint." He shrugs. Enzo makes an impressed face before starting to pull me off towards the rings, "Where are ye' takin' her?" Ferg chuckles, following along behind us.

"To the rings." He answers simply. "So she can watch me teach ya a thing or two." He states making me laugh.

***...***...***

"You're all sweaty." I make a face at Fergal and run my finger over his sweaty chest.

"Don't lie, you enjoy it." He teases me. "Let me rinse myself off and throw on some clothes and we'll go get lunch." He suggests and I nod. I meet him at the front door ten minutes later. "What do you want to eat?" he asks.

"Lets go to gators, it's just down the road." I tell him, pointing in the general direction.

"Ok." He agrees. After we'd been seated and placed our orders he asks, "There's really nothing that we can do about your house? I don't want to take you home."

"I don't know..." I murmur.

"Can we please call the police?" He questions.

"And what are they going to do? Oh, yeah, you're house got broken into." I mock them. "Unless he's caught in the act doing something, there's not much they can do. I can't prove that it was him." I sigh.

"What if we got you a house alarm?" He suggests, "And a camera on your front and back door. ADT does stuff like that." He adds hopefully.

"Will it make you feel better?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows. He nods, "Then fine." I cave.

"And we're going to go to the hardware store after lunch to get new locks for the doors." He states.

"He was probably in there looking for Stevie." I mutter.

"The dog?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"He was convinced Stevie was his dog." I sigh, "He doesn't know that he died." I add, "It was after we broke up."

"This guy makes me nervous." He grumbles. "Lets go get you some locks." He says when we'd finished eating. A couple hours later I had cleaned up the disaster that was my house and Fergal had installed the new locks on my door. The ADT guy was here also, putting up a system for the house. "Oh, so you do have a floor." He teases me, walking inside.

"Who'd have guessed?" I chuckle, falling down onto the couch. He sits next to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders.

"How'd you get this?" He murmurs in wonder. I flinch as his fingers run over tip of a long, large, jagged scar that lined my back. "Sorry." He says quickly.

"I got it from David." I sigh. "He pushed me and I feel backwards down the porch steps, I caught a screw on the way down and it ripped open my entire back. I needed 150 stitches." I tell him. "It's really ugly." I say in a much softer tone.

"It's not." He argues, shaking his head.

"You only saw the first half inch." I smile sadly.

"Every inch of you, including your battle scars is beautiful." He assures me, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Everyone has scars." He adds with a smirk, pointing to a scar on his forehead just above his eye. He points to another on his shoulder, and pulls up his shirt showing me one on his side.

"Thank you." I smile at him. "I've been wanting to cover it with a tattoo, but I don't have anything significant that I want over it yet. Plus that'll take money and time that I don't have right now." I shrug.

"I'd love to go with you when you decide to do it." He offers and I nod.

"Yeah." I agree.

"I'm going to go see how the security guy is doing, I'll be right back." He says, giving a strand of my hair a tug.

"Ok." I nod. Hamlet is up on the couch with me, snuggled up against my thigh and sleeping soundly. He was always affectionate like this, but I really think it's about time to get him another canine friend. So he has company while I'm gone.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, walking back inside. "He's just packing up. It's pretty cool, he hooked up your cell phone so you can watch the cameras from your phone and your Ipad." He states, setting both down on the coffee table.

"Cool." I agree with a nod. "I was thinking that I'm ready for another dog." I tell him, earning a smile.

"That's a lovely idea." he agrees. "What are the chances I can convince you to move...?" he narrows his eyes at me and I laugh. "He can't break in if he doesn't know where you live." He shrugs simply.

"It'll blow over when he finds another girlfriend." I assure him.

"I don't wish this on any woman." He scoffs.

"Well me either, but I do want the attention off me." I tell him.

"I mean, you can always just stay in my apartment until it blows over." He suggests with a shrug.

"Or not." I chuckle nervously.

"You're not a bother." He insists. He takes a few strands of hair into his fingers, giving it a gentle tug to make me look at him.

"What if it never blows over?" I cross my arms over my chest and look at him expectantly.

"Then I guess we'll look for a bigger apartment." He smirks. I chuckle and shake my head at him.

"You're moving too fast for me." I admit.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs.

"It'll get used to it." I smile, patting his thigh. "So now what? You want to go to the store and get stuff for dinner. I'll cook or we can grill and watch netflix the rest of the day?" I offer to him.

"Lets go to the store." He agrees, grabbing his car keys.

"I'll drive." I tease him, taking his keys from him and turning on my heel.

Maybe this guy can change my perspective on men.

A/N: There's not much to this chapter, I know, and for that I apologize. I'm just kind of gearing up for stuff to come.