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Derek: Kate, you don't own Darkest powers.

Me: What? What do you mean? How could you say that? What did I ever do to you? *falls to the floor, rocking back and forth*

Derek: It's okay. We're going to get you help. Now, you have to admit it. That's the first step.

Me: Okay, *sniffles* I don't own darkest powers. Happy?

Derek: Immensely. *smirks*

Derek isn't very nice.

Enjoy the chapter.

CPOV

Once again, the light of a dawning day awakened me. I attempted to stretch, but something heavy pinned me to where I lay. I began to panic. Had I been captured once again?! Seriously, this was getting old. If my life were a movie, the audience would become bored with the monotony of my terror. I took in my surroundings and the events of the past few days came rushing back to me. I let out a sigh of relief. I had not been captured. I was perfectly safe. Safe with Derek. Thoughts of his name reminded me of the weight around my waist. Derek! I looked behind me and confirmed that it was, in fact, his arm. He was sleeping peacefully with a large smile on his face. The worry lines had smoothed out in sleep, the worry of waking hours forgotten for the moment. My gaze travelled down his form and I remembered his near nakedness. My jumper had shifted during the night, so now it was covering even less than before. I tried to tear my eyes from the sight. I really did. But it was fruitless. My gaze was glued to the masterpiece that was Derek. There was nothing I could do about it. My eyes drank in his form greedily and I may or may not have drooled.

I continued to look at him. It may have been hours, perhaps seconds. But then, his eyes fluttered. He stretched the muscles of his body, working out the kink of the night. I was mesmerised by the sight. This allowed me to inch away from him slightly, which aided me in regaining some of my composure. I regrettably tore my eyes from his body and looked into his eyes. There was a lopsided smile on his face and he seemed to be still half asleep.

''Hey Chloe.'' He said sleepily. ''Sleep well?''

''Y-yeah.'' I stuttered, my gaze inching towards his thighs of its own accord. He looked down in confusion and flushed bright red when he realised that the jumper had slid off completely. He hurriedly put it back in place and ran his hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at me.

''Uh,'' I said. ''Well, um, maybe we should, uh, go inside now. We've been out here for a long time and I'd say, uh, that the others are wondering where we are.'' I stood to do just this and waited for Derek to do the same.

When he didn't I looked at him strangely. He looked at me and flushed once again.

''Um,'' He said. ''That's a great idea. But all I have is this clothes-wise.'' He gestured to my jumper which seemed ridiculously small against his large body, covering close to nothing. 'And uh,'' he continued. 'I wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. Us being out here so long and then going back with me practically naked. You know.'' He cast his eyes downward at this, his face as red as a tomato. When what he had said sunk in, my skin tone matched his.

''Oh, y-yes,'' I stuttered. ''I-I'll, uh, go, uh, g-get you s-some clothes.''

I raced back through the forest to the house. Fortunately, it seemed that no-one else was yet awake. Had they deduced that Derek was changing and realised that was where we were? Or had they been worried sick? Well, I thought as I grabbed a shirt and jeans large enough to fit Derek, we'll find out when we get back.

I raced back through the woods and was with Derek once again.

''Here.'' I gasped as I thrust the clothes into his waiting hands. He raised an eyebrow as I leaned over and attempted to catch my breath. I shouldn't have run so fast, I thought, as my heart exploded in my chest. As I did so, I saw Derek move out of the corner of my eye. Was he dressing? Now? Right in front of me?! Apparently so. Again, from the corner of my eye, I saw my jumper drop to the ground. Derek was fully naked. Right in front of me. I merely had to raise my gaze ever so slightly and I would be able to appraise him fully. I gulped and hastily turned around, internally chastising myself for such thoughts.

''Uh, Chloe?'' I heard a voice. Was he dressed? No, he couldn't be, not yet. Why was he talking to me? Just dress already, Derek! Before I do something impulsive and embarrass the two of us beyond comprehension. Please.

''Yes?'' I answered hesitantly, still not turning around.

''Uh,'' He replied sheepishly. ''You, uh, didn't give me any boxers. Did you, uh, forget them?'' My entire face turned bright how could I have forgotten boxers? Stupid, stupid, STUPID!

''Oh my god, I'm s-so s-sorry.'' I stuttered. ''I'll, uh, go get a pair now.'' A hand on my shoulder stopped me. A hand that was attached to a still very naked Derek. My blush deepened. That thought led to other thoughts, bad thoughts. Bad Chloe, bad.

''It's okay,'' He said. ''I'll get a pair back at the house.'' Then he moved away to, I assumed, get dressed. I breathed a sigh of relief. Imagine what might have happened had I had to touch a pair of his boxers? What if I got someone else's by accident? For example, Andrew's? I shuddered.

I heard a zipper and thought that it was safe to turn around. I was right. Not even his chest was exposed now. He had put his shirt on first. I smiled at this little quirk. Even though he was now dressed, Derek was still ridiculously, and unfairly, tempting. I shoved my hands into my pockets in an attempt to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing him. We were silent for the short walk back to the house. When we got back to the house, he held the door open for me and smiled a smile that made my insides melt.

Upon entering the kitchen, Derek's stomach grumbled loudly, demanding his attention. It was almost like it was a separate entity, not prone to being ignored. Derek then proceeded to raid the entire kitchen, inhaling anything edible in his path. I found even this endearing. Simply because this was something that made Derek, Derek.

I was in deep. Really deep.

Well, what did you think? Could the ending be construed as a cliffy? If so, Yey, I love ending the chapter on a cliffy. Something that anyone who reads my story, ''we're married?'' knows only too well. Anyway, please review and let me know what you thought. Reviews save puppies. Nah, not really. But they do encourage me to update faster. PM me either and if I'm feeling particularly generous I may send you a sneak peek of the next chapter when I have it written. Until next time.

Thanks,

Kate.