Munro gave a small smile. He took her hand in his for what seemed like the 5th time that night.

"Should I trust you?" Summer asked. He smiled. She liked it when he did. When he smiled his whole face lit up. It made him more look even more amazing-if it were possible.

"Of course," he answered.

"Why is that?" she questioned him. He gave her hand a quick kiss. "Because, I haven't raped you, have I?" His question made her laugh.

"Do you plan on it?" His eyes sparkled even in the dim lights of the hotel room. He shook his head while he continued to smile and stare at her as if he were looking at her soul.

She suddenly felt shy again. She didn't like not being in control, Munro had the upper hand and he knew that.

He gently lifted her off him and sat her back down next to him on the bed, as Summer wondered who would make the first move.

"Come on," he said which caught her by surprise. He was up on his feet and halfway out the door before she could blink. He stopped at the door and looked back at her, wondering if she was going to follow him.

"What? Plan on taking me to some dark alley or something?"

"Even better."

Fifteen minutes later the two, hand in hand, walked themselves to upper east Toronto. Summer hardly had a reason to go to that part. Not like she could afford to even eat in that part of town. Even at 2:00 am the city that never sleeps was full of people.

"You live here?" She asked as Munro pushed himself and her through a throng of people.

"What? Think I'm poor? The watch is real you know, two grand."

Munro stopped and Summer felt herself bumping into his back side. She didn't correct herself. She liked the feel of his back against her chest. He had strong back muscles from years of trampoline training and he smelled really good. She felt tempted to wrap her arms around him and do the deed in public.

Munro grabbed her hands with his and pulled her next to him as they stopped at a large and beautiful apartment building. Summer looked up wide eyed. "This so beats the complexes I live in."

Munro smiled and quickly kissed her lips. The two entered the building, greeted by Munro's doorman who gave the two a wink as Munro handed him some bills and headed towards the elevator to the 5th floor.

He unlocked his apartment door and they slipped inside. It was dark, so he flicked on a light. It was a beautiful apartment with an amazing view of Toronto. "Good, my roommate isn't here," Munro gave her a sheepish smile and a shrug.

"Are you hungry?" he asked as she followed him to the kitchen. He threw open the fridge door and looked bored by what he saw.

Summer shook her head. "Thirsty?" he asked as he opened a bottle of Sprite.

"Yeah, actually."

Munro took a sip than handed her his bottle.

"Ew!" She said and looked in the bottle for backwash.

"Hey, were gonna make out and were gonna swap some spit and your worried about spit in a bottle?"

Summer raised her left eyebrow. Munro sat on the counter and opened a bag of Doritos, where he began stuffing his face.

"Who says I'll kiss you, Mr. Chambers?"

Munro gave her a smirk and went back to his beloved bag of chips. Summer rolled her eyes but smiled at the same time.

He set the bag next to the sink and mentioned her over. "Come over here, girl," he told her as she walked slowly over. "I'm not gonna bite ya, come here,"

He pulled her between his legs and she felt the material of his jeans rub against her bare sides and midriff. "Careful, I might hurt your two grand worth of bling,"

"I trust you," he whispered. Slowly he pulled her closer to him till their lips met. Summer found herself responding to his touch as he ran his fingers through her long locks of light brown hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up slightly.

"Lets go to my room," he whispered to her, his lips inches from hers as he hopped off the counter. He looked so dorky, Summer couldn't help but laugh.

He held out his hand for her to take as he led her down the hallway leading to his room.

Once they were in Munro's room Summer took a look around. His room was your typical guy's room, messy with half naked girls on the walls. But his was also different. She found herself looking at his awards and accomplishments, pictures of him with his favorite fans.

He had photos of him with friends and his family. She picked up a photo from the side of his bed and looked. It was a picture of a little Munro with a Mickey Mouse hat on, doing a thumb's up on the back of a older looking man. They looked similar. They both looked so happy.

"Whose this?" She asked.

"My dad," The sound of his voice changed and he no longer sounded like that bubbly, flirty Munro she just met a few hours back. He sounded sad. She sensed she had wandered into forbidden territory when asking Munro that question. She set it back down.

"What wonderful memories you have in here," She told him as he sat down on his bed. "I wish I had as many as you did,"

"What do you do with your memories?" He asked. He looked at her. But this time he looked at her as if he were really seeing her. He realized then, she might be beautiful and have a awesome looking body and a pretty kick ass personality to go along with it, but she was just human. Just like him. She felt pain.

"I put them in a box." She began. "Locked away with a key, but only the happy ones. There isn't many, but I cherish every good one,"

"Why so many sad memories?"

Summer let out a sigh. She didn't mean to let such a deep part of her out to Munro, but she couldn't help it. He sounded like he really cared.

It was so strange. Sitting in his room just looking at him. By this time, if it was any other guy she would have already hooked up with him and be on her way. But Munro made her feel different. He made her feel like she was actually worth something. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Sad memories to go along with the sad events that created them."