A/N: Sorry this took so long...I promise to update the next chapter sooner. Hope you like it :)

I was still thinking about that damn kiss. It was literally plaguing me, I found myself thinking about him every couple minutes at this point. If I wasn't actively doing or thinking of something he'd inevitably sneak into my thoughts. Which unfortunately for me was more often than not.

Therefore, more often than not I was constantly reminding myself of how soft his lips were. How despite his looks and persona, despite his sailor mouth and all the liquor he could drink and cigarettes he could smoke his kiss was...as cliche as it sounds, filled with passion. I could feel myself breaking down for him, and worrying about whether or not that was a good thing. Something I seem to do a lot these days.

I was grateful when my brother opened my door, shedding some light on my dimly lit room. The house smelled like laundry detergent and the signature Spanish cooking of a Latino American home.

"Ma said wash the dishes" he skipped away in nothing but his batman boxers. Normally I'd be just as annoyed as anyone else but I found it a pleasant distraction. But yet again, he creeped up in my mind like a ninja or something. I didn't even realize it, here I am joyfully cleaning a greasy pot when I found myself wondering if he'd ever had a kiss as satisfying as he gave me. Also how was the kiss for hi-.

"Goddamit!" I hiss to myself stomping my foot, thoughts in check Reese!

"Que pasa?" my mother asks as she mixes something over the stove.

I glance at her and burn red, "N-nothin'"

Liar liar, pants on fire.

Instead of tucking myself in my room I decided to lay in my mothers bed with my brother after dinner. Where we ceremoniously watched AFV, and our sitcoms of choice for the night.

Admittedly I have a better time doing this than going out most days. Like a big doofus with my head in my mothers lap while she rubbed my hair. My brothers head on her shoulder drifting in and out of sleep.

Around 12 o clock when my mother was too sleep and snoring hard the phone rang. We had two phones in the house one in my mothers room and another in the living room.

I stared at the caller I.D in question, knowing it wasn't a bill collector I took the chance and answered it.

"Hello?"

There was shuffling on the other end and I was about to hang up when I heard a familiar voice curse.

"Shit, hello?"

I sat up from the bed and furrowed my brows.

"Who's this?" I ask even though I already knew.

"Who you think?" he retorts.

I grew a smile so big I couldn't see. Standing up from the bed I held the phone between my ear and shoulder.

"Hold on for two seconds please" I say and put it face down at the edge of the bed when he said okay. Quickly, with my chest thumping fast I tucked my mother and brother into bed, kissing both their cheeks.

I turned the TV off and grabbed the phone, and giddy as ever tip toed as fast as I could. When I was on my bed and caught my breath, fixing my hair stupidly I folded my legs Indian style and put the phone back to my ear.

"Hey" I sighed "Sorry about that"

"S'cool, you were sleep?"

"No, I had to put my brother to bed, I was awake" I rush out.

In the background on his end I could hear the rush of the neighborhood at night.

"Oh...well can you get outta there tonight?" he asks.

My eyes rolled behind my head, smiling still.

"No, why?"

He sighed, "'Cause I'm fuckin' bored and starvin'"

The thought of sneaking out occurred, to say screw work and spend the wee hours of the morning gallivanting the streets with him.

"Sorry, I can't...I have to work tomorrow-" before he got the wrong idea I quickly added, cutting off my next breath. "But I can talk"

He chuckled and my cheeks turned red, yes even through the phone.

"What's so funny?" I ask bringing my legs up to my chest and resting my chin against my knee.

"You, so why you up so late if you gotta work tomorrow"

"I dunno, just not tired yet. What about you, where're you?"

"Out" he replies stiffly and I know instantly what that means.

I didn't say anything, not knowing what to say. And for fear of that awkward moment I spat out words I couldn't really take back.

"I'll make you dinner sometime to make up for it"

I smacked my forehead the moment I said it. And what the fuck am I even making up to him anyway?

"You cook?" he asks

"I do, very well if I do say so myself"

He snorts and says, "You can't cook"

"Yes I can!" I laugh

"Yea right, I'll believe that when I see it"

I giggled girly like, "Can you cook?"

"What the fuck would I need t'do that for? That's what you're for"

"Wow, nice Billy...sexist much?" I chuckle.

"Don't tell me you're one of those feminist bull dikes"

My jaw dropped and I reply smoothly, "Well I was very into the Spice Girls"

He did that laugh again, like he completely forgot himself. I can't say I didn't like it.

"You're so fuckin' weird"

Grinning I thank him and add, "I'm serious though, I'll cook you some chicken and rice the way my mother makes, with plantanos" I said excitedly.

"Planta-what?" he asks sounding disgusted.

"It's like a banana but it's not. It's really good"

"Whatever I'll hold you to that...ayy I every told you I like when you speak Spanish?"

I get it, he plans on destroying my poor heart tonight, burning holes through my cheeks.

"N-no, I don't think so"

I buried my face between my legs as if he could see me.

"Well I do, it's sexy"

I removed the phone from my ear and covered my mouth from the bursting giggles that erupted.

"Is it now?" I chuckle.

"Mmhmm, say somethin'"

I licked over my lips and thought for a moment.

"Uhh, Billy es alto, tiene un montón de tatuajes, y muy bonitos ojos"

"What does that mean?" He sounded pleased I guess.

I hesitated,"I said...I said Billy is tall, has a lot of tattoos and very pretty eyes"

He chuckles, "What's daddy mean, papi right?"

I roll my eyes knowing already where he was going with this.

"Yes it does" I sigh

"Now just say my papi before Billy-"

"I won't!" I cut him off laughing as he did. "God, how did I know you'd be all perverted?"

"'Cause you're probably just as perverted and nasty as me"

My eyes widen and I feel my heart beat harder.

"I doubt that"

Despite what people think, I'm very much an innocent girl, seriously innocent in every sense of the word.

"Don't lie t'papi"

I again moved the phone from my ear but laid on my back taking a few deep breaths.

"Billy" I said in a warning tone.

"I'm fuckin' wit'you" a statement I believed to be half true. "What I would fuckin' give to see your face, how long you been blushin'?"

Rubbing my eyes furiously I retort, "Go. To. Hell"

Can you believe we stayed on the phone until 3 in the morning. I could lie and say I wasn't tired but I was dog tired and smacked myself several times to stay awake. We laughed and actually talked, I asked him things about himself even though most of my questions I could tell were pushing boundaries. Boundaries that for other people seem meaningless and vapid but for Billy were far too much to tell on our first phone date. Yes that's what I'm calling it.

He asked me about my family, about my brother and mother. And why, like so many of us depraved children of the ghetto, did I not have a father. He didn't seem really surprised when I said drugs.

Toward the end of the conversation when I started to fall asleep on the phone he made me hang up, saying we'd talk soon. Even half sleep my stomach did flips.

Work the next day was utter hell. I didn't even eat lunch, I sat at one of the empty booths and went straight to sleep, a few of my co-workers sat with me so Mort didn't find a reason to write me up.

I wanted badly to just leave and take the rest of the day off, but I need the money. So after my nap I sucked down a large coke to keep me wired.

I guess I crashed earlier than expected because next thing I know someone snaps their fingers in my face. I jumped up and opened my eyes instantly, looking around to see if Mort was around.

He wasn't and I looked forward at the customer. Or Billy, then gasp.

"What are you doing-"

"Cashin' in ya proposal" he says tapping his fingers against the desk to no specific beat.

"My proposal?"

"Yea...I'm havin' a little get together on Friday, but I want you to c'mover and cook me dinner before"

"Fine" I yawn covering my mouth.

He stared at me intently.

"Told you, you shoulda went to sleep earlier"

"Yea yea, so do you want something?" I ask cranky as ever.

"Nah, where's ya boss?" he asks looking in back.

I shrugged and yawned again.

Next thing I know he's calling out to Mort who wasn't far away from me.

"Billy, stop it!" I exclaim looking back at Mort cautiously.

But as he walked over he seemed even more scared than I was of losing my job. Billy smirked devilishly and said to Mort as if he knew him.

"She's leavin' early-"

"I'm not, Billy stop bullyi-"

He cut me off, my boss who I've always known as this uptight insane person, who was staring at Billy with wide eyes said.

"It's fine Reese, you can go"

He continued to look at Billy before he asked, "We're okay right?"

My eyes bulged from my head as Billy shrugs and retorts, "For now"

In his car I stared at him with the same look. Before he started the car I ask. "So he buys from you?" it was obvious.

We're okay right? Meant he most likely owes Billy money. I usually pride myself in being able to tell the users and abusers around here, then again there are those who hide it well, functioning like it was nothing.

As he peeled from the sidewalk he glanced at me with a hard look. I never bring up his "work" for obvious reasons.

"Used to" is all I got.

I remained quiet for the rest of the ride. Not even asking again where we were driving.

"What are we doing here?" I ask looking around outside. We were on the north-side in the district area parked next to a park.

"I need to see somebody"

"This isn't a-" I began, he must've known what I was thinking before I even asked.

"No" he cut me off.

I yawned when I was going to ask why he bought me along.

"I'll take you home after, go to sleep."

Sleep sounded amazing, I looked in back and didn't feel like having to curl my long legs. Instead I rested my head against the window and preparing to let the radio take me to sleep.

Before I could get comfortable I felt an arm wrap around my waist. I gasped as Billy pulled me across the car and up against his chest. How'd he expect me to sleep with my heart in my fucking throat!

Damn him.

Feeling how tense I was he tightened his arm around me and whispered.

"Relax"

I took a deep breath realizing that suddenly I wasn't tired. Either I wasn't or now I was just too distracted.

My eyes land on the silver cross resting on his black button up. Not bothering to restrain myself I moved my hand to it.

I felt his breath on my forehead and looked up into his eyes to see him staring down at me. I couldn't move, didn't want to and prayed he'd make the first move yet again.

My eyes flickered away when he didn't say or do anything for several seconds. Disrupting the silence I continue to play with the cross.

"Why did you uhh, kiss me the other day?"

My body leaped and thumped when he, not speaking a word lifted my head and kissed me softly. I clutched his shirt and kissed back this time. I wasn't as surprised as last time which gave me time to react and figure out that I wanted the feeling to last longer.

This time though, he pulled away still holding my chin between his index finger and thumb.

His pink lips looked more appealing than ever and I leaned forward, kissing him again. He didn't stop me this time but continued kissing me until I was out of breath.

Burying my face against his chest I breathed deep. His hands gripped my waist and he pulled me in his lap. I blushed as my legs were folded on either side of his thighs. My back pressed up lightly against the steering wheel.

"Look at me" he said with a smile in his voice.

When I did he brushed hair back behind my ear and his hand rested against my neck, sending chills everywhere. His eyes stared straight into mine.

"I don't share"

A/N: Go review, needs the encouragement.