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"Who would have thought that you, Summer Roberts, would have packed this much for a summer?" Seth said, with a hint of sarcasm. Summer jokingly shoved him.

"It's not like I could go back to New York anytime I wanted. Now, if you don't mind me, I better get to the post office to ship this stuff before it closes." She looked at her room, filled with huge boxes.

"Don't you want me to help you carry these to the car?" Summer raised an eyebrow.

"I think I can handle it myself," she said, as she lifted the first of many large boxes.

"If you say so… just don't forget – my place at five. I'm cooking."

"So I should remember my Pepto-Bismol," Summer said, deadpan, as she made her way to the front door.

"Nice! Sarcasm! I'm happy to see that a little bit of Seth Cohen in fact has rubbed off on you." Summer rolled his eyes at him. "Fine, I'll quit talking. Be there at five. See you," he said, kissing her on the cheek as he left her apartment.

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Seth listened for the sizzling of the swordfish on the grill pan as he set the table in his living room. Over the past few hours he had managed to deep clean his apartment, remove any suggested posters from the wall, set the table, and cook what he thought to be a four-star four-course meal. He flipped over the fish, seared with perfect grill marks, and placed them on a platter, right as he heard a ring on his doorbell.

"One second," he yelled. He went over to the door, but not without straightening his tie. He wanted tonight to be perfect. He opened the door. Summer looked gorgeous in a fitted dress with her hair parted to the side. He took a deep breath. "Come on in," he said. She walked in and looked around.

"It's clean!" Summer exclaimed.

"Well, I did want to get my security deposit back," Seth admitted, not telling her that he had done it for her.

"Good job. So, what are we eating? I'm starving."

"That's for me to know and you to find out. Now, take a seat!" She complied and he placed two plates of caprese salad in front of them.

"Nice, Cohen. I guess you didn't inherit your mother's culinary skills."

"Nope, I'm a Sandy Cohen grillmaster at heart," he said, with newfound confidence.

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"I'm stuffed," Summer said, after finishing a heaping portion of tiramisu. "Thanks for dinner."

"My pleasure," Seth responded, washing the dishes in the sink.

"Need a hand?" Summer got up and grabbed a dish towel. The two cleaned the dishes in silence, placing them back in the cupboards.

"So, you ready to go back to New York?" Seth asked. Summer paused for a second.

"Yes. Though I will miss this."

"Miss what?"

"This. Us getting to see each other every day," she said, earnestly.

"Well, Providence isn't too far away. What is it? Like a four hour drive?"

"No one in New York has cars."

"Well, there always is Amtrak," Seth replied. "We'll see each other often, I promise."

"Pinky promise?" Summer asked, sticking out her hand. Seth curled his pinky finger in hers and looked her in the eyes.

"Pinky promise." They locked gazes and Seth leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back and before long they were going at it with each other. "Want to go back to my room?" Seth whispered between kisses. Summer nodded.

Without letting go of the kiss, Seth and Summer made it back into his bedroom, locking the door and laying on his bed. Their hands hungrily roamed each other's bodies, and clothing began to fall all over the floor. Before long they were merely wearing underwear. Seth paused, looking at Summer in the eyes.

"Do you?" He didn't finish his sentence. She looked back at him. This was her chance.

"Um… sure," she said, unconfidently.

"Are you sure?" The last thing Seth wanted to do was pressure Summer into sex.

"Yes," she said, her voice stronger. Seth rolled her onto her back and got on top of her, kissing her neck, her breasts, making his way down her stomach with butterfly kisses. As he reached over to his bedside table to get out condom – the ones he kept "just in case" – he paused and looked at her one more time.

"So, you… um… you know, about, um… me," he said, awkwardly, "about… um… sex." Summer, nodded, pulling the blanket over her naked frame. "So… um… are you," he motioned with his hands "a… virgin?" Summer bit her lips and paused for a moment. Should she tell him about Nick… did that even qualify as sex? Of course it did, but Seth didn't need to…

"Of course you're not, who am I kidding… it doesn't matter – "

"Yes," Summer said, interrupting him. "Yes I am." Seth's jaw dropped.

"Really?" Seth was floored.

"I was waiting for the right man," Summer replied, propping herself up in Seth's bed, wishing it was true. Seth looked at her one more time and leaned in for a kiss.

The sex was… amazing. Unlike Nick, Seth was gentle, and sweet. And despite his lack of experience, he really knew how to work her. He kissed her as they made love, rocking softly inside of her, waiting for her to climax before he did. And when they were done, he held her and kissed her, and told her that she was amazing and that he loved her. Why couldn't this have been her first time? She thought to herself, disappointed. They fell asleep in each other's arms, knowing that tomorrow she would be leaving.

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"Summer, Summer, Summer!" Jed yelled as she entered her New York apartment, enveloping her in a giant bear hug.

"Hi Jed," Summer replied. Jed stepped away and looked back at her.

"You look so… happy!" Jed exclaimed. "You have to tell me what happened all Summer, I kind of lost you back in June."

"Well, things got… busier," Summer admitted, sheepishly. Jed raised his eyebrow.

"I think this calls for some cuddle and chat time," Jed said, taking Summer by the hand and leading her into his room.

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Will Summer get caught in a lie? 2 more chapters to go – keep on reviewing!!