Munro put his arm around Summer, slowly and gently. They both sat in silence lost in their thoughts. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Summer wondered why he was apologizing. He wasn't the cause of her horrible child hood -growing up.

She gave him a smile. She was happy she met him. He gave her a sense of comfort. She looked down slowly as she realized his hand was on her bare thigh, those fingers slowly creeping up higher. Slowly, Munro leaned over, gave her legs a little squeeze and pulled her down onto his bed. His hands were wrapped in her hair as he looked at her with a smile, pulling her into a kiss.

Munro didn't know he would regret that night.

Summer, regretfully would admit she had been with many guys in her day, but none as good as Munro. The boy moved with a natural rhythm and looked at her with pure joy. The smallest thing he did made her smile. She loved how he played with locks of her hair and twirled them in-between his fingers. She loved how he randomly kissed her cheek or neck. That night, Munro made her feel like his one and only.

But deep down she knew she was just another random hook up of his. She knew that he made all girls he slept with feel that way; feel like they were special somehow. He was too good. And she sensed he had been with plenty before her, because who could resist his charm?

Morning came too quickly for the young pair. Summer felt the sun on her face before she saw it. She heard the loud annoying city traffic coming from Munro's bedroom windows.

She smiled as she remembered the events that took place the night before. But a sad ache took place in her stomach. Munro knew what he was doing. He pulled out all the right stops.

She couldn't dwell on it or she'd find herself falling for him. One of the reasons why she started randomly hooking up with guys in the first place, was that she didn't want to be hurt anymore. There is only so much pain a person can take before they start to break down.

She looked at the scene which was displayed before her. Random clothes belonging to her and Munro were thrown about the floor. A discarded, open condom packet was also part of the mess.

Munro's bed sheets were tangled in-between them and one of his feet was hanging off the side of the bed. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Like for that moment he didn't have a care in the world. His mouth was parted slightly and his hair was in a disarray because of what took place the night before.

She found herself laughing as she played with his hair.

"I can feel that," She heard Munro whisper in a morning voice. He looked at her, his head still laying on his pillow. He pulled himself up till he was resting on his elbows. "I told you we'd end up making out,"

She couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Yeah, we did a lot more than that,"

Chris gave her a happy sigh and laid back down. He hugged his pillow. "Come on, sleepy head get up!" She smacked him playfully with a pillow.

"No. Me sleepy!"

"Wow, you sound like a 5 year old!" She said as she glanced at the clock near his bed. "It's 10am, this isn't early,"

Munro's eyes opened and leaned his back onto her till his head was in her lap. "Are you insane? I wake up at like, two in the afternoon when I have days off. I still have 4 more hours to dedicate to sleep."

Summer rolled her eyes.

"Fine, fine. Be a lazy ass. What do I care? While you're sleeping I could rob you, rape your dog or your roommate and set your house on fire, all while you're getting your deserved beauty sleep,"

"Hmmhm. I would love to see that."

Summer crawled over him and felt Munro slightly smack her behind. "You're such a gentlemen." She laughed as she began to dress herself.

She dressed back into her underwear and grabbed Munro's wifebeater and threw it on. He probably wouldn't care. Then again the boy was so lazy, she doubted he cared if she kidnapped his dog.

She found her way into his kitchen and nicely enough threw out his bag of chips he didn't finish eating from the night before. She searched around his kitchen, which didn't hold much-she figured he didn't cook, just ordered out.

Fifteen minutes passed as she finished cooking eggs, bacon and french toast.

"I smell food! Oh my god, Summer-you made me breakfast!" She heard Munro yell from his bedroom.

"Well come out and get it before I eat it all myself,"

She heard the door slam and saw Munro standing naked in his hallway. She was not complaining.

"Why don't you put on some pants?"

Munro stretched and put his hands behind his head. "Ah, come on-you know you like seeing me like this."

She gave him a look, and he huffed, turning back down the hall. He came out moments later, sporting Spongebob boxers. "Better?"

She couldn't help but shake her head. He was such a kid at heart.