She's totally not expecting it when a week after she buys her house—like, starts sleeping there and moving all her stuff in, that is—the doorbell rings and her little, um, video thing that Sarah made her get ("Because of stalkers, CeCe! I'm installing the video surveillance, you have no choice.") shows a black and white image of Gunther standing outside her house. His car is in the driveway, and CeCe can even see Ty there, and she thinks Ty's carrying like five pizza boxes—she spares a second to think. How much do they eat?—before logic kicks in and she goes to open the door.
"Hey," Gunther says, arm up as if he was about to start knocking on the wood as well, just in case CeCe hadn't heard the doorbell. He's grinning, and even though—even though CeCe was totally planning on glaring, and saying, "No way are you having a party at my house, Gunther!" (because when she opens the door, she can see Deuce there too, hands in his pockets, and who knows who else is coming, just later) she can't do anything but stand in her entrance way dumbly, something like butterflies swirling in her stomach.
"Um," is alls he ends up saying before Gunther pushes his way through and is wrapping his arms around CeCe tightly, all warmth and hard chest and slightly scratchy chin, pulling away finally to say, grinning, "Can't really live in a new house until you've had a housewarming party, CeCe."
She can't help but agree.
They watch Ferris Bueller's Day Off, because it's apparently one of Gunther and Ty's favorites, and CeCe makes the mistake of admitting she's never seen it. (That's after the tour anyway, which Gunther insists on having, so they all saw the mess in the kitchen where she was mixing ice cream and honey together and she has no idea why she wanted that but it's amazing and delicious so she just flushes when everyone laughs. Deuce said something about being a secret sugar fan, which she's not, and besides, she thinks Deuce was talking about something more, um, perverted, and she just didn't get it, because all three guys cracked up and nearly died and the popcorn totally would have burned if CeCe hadn't saved it.) It's horrible though. Not the movie, she's sure the movie would be really awesome if she could actually concentrate on it. But no, she can't do the normal thing and watch the movie, because Gunther is too busy being Gunther and ruining CeCe's entire life without even noticing.
He is sitting next to her on the couch and Ty is on his other side. There's totally space in-between Gunther and Ty, but Gunther has somehow squished himself up next to CeCe anyway, and his leg is pressed against her's, hot through her jeans. He threw an arm around her a while ago, like fifteen minutes into the movie, and his hand is curled up near her neck, and every once in a while will move, twitch, sort of, and brush against her skin, making her entire body shiver. Well, anyway, it's really awful and distracting and the room is hot and she's finding it hard to breathe. Her heart is beating really fast, she's positive Gunther can hear it.
She can't stop thinking about turning, just a little, and pushing her body up—she'd sit on Gunther's lap, one leg on either side, and run a hand through his hair, and then push down with her entire body and kiss him, make him groan and put her hands on his hips, rocking forward and creating friction, amazing and perfect and—
She plants her feet firmly on the floor and scoots forward off her couch, standing up. Gunther looks up at her, and Deuce says, "Hey, you going to the kitchen? Get me a soda."
"Not going to the kitchen," CeCe says, and grabs Gunther by the hand, pulling. "Come upstairs with me."
She'll be embarrassed later, but right now, she can't even wait until they're in her bedroom to push Gunther against the wall and kiss him, rough and hard, and get her hands under his shirt, scraping against the soft heat. She just—she needs him, right now, and she doesn't care if it's the stupid pregnancy's fault.
It might be the last time she'll ever be able to—
She just needs him.