Talk about writer's block….

BPOV

Grimacing, Beth wiggled her wet sandy feet from her once dry shoes. The heat was blowing full force through the small car and she planned to get her frozen toes as close to the source as possible. As much as she tried to avoid it, she still managed to get a decent amount of sand all over the floor of Paul's previously clean car. Beth stole a quick glance at Paul in the driver's seat next to her; the lights from the dash board lit his handsome face in a pleasing way, the dim light left room for deep shadows that accentuated his sharp jaw and other masculine features. To her relief Paul and the other three boys in the back didn't seem to notice the mess she was making in the passenger seat. Rather, they were arguing over a bet made last week and apparently, as a result, Andrew had to pay for whatever pizza they decided to order tonight. Beth promised herself that she'd sweep out as much sand as she could when they stopped.

Paul convinced her to hangout with them at his place. They all seemed nice enough and she wasn't one to turn down free food and additional time away from home. Beth leaned back in her seat, lifted her legs, and wrapped her arms around her thighs under her knees, allowing her feet to dangle in front of the air vents. She shivered as the deliciously warm air made contact with her frozen toes. Sighing contentedly, Beth closed her eyes and relaxed her head against the car seat. Listening to the boy's silly argument was soothing. Sure, they were obnoxiously loud at times but no one was really angry, it was simple and carefree. If anything thing, they seemed to have fun ragging on each other. It was pointless but happy and Beth could appreciate that.

The childish banter came to an abrupt halt when Jared (who had switched places with Andrew and was now doomed to pay for the pizza) chuckled softly rather than firing off another retort.

"Beth? What are you doing?" she could practically hear his smile.

Opening her eyes slowly; she turned her head to face the back as much as she could and raised a single eyebrow.

"Sitting?"

"Like that?"

"My toes are cold."

The guys laughed and Beth's head snapped back to the front when a warm hand encased her toes. Paul hissed at the iciness but didn't pull his hand back.

"You weren't kidding!" Shock and humor saturated his voice. "She's fucking freezing!"

"How you guys warmed up so fast is beyond me." Beth said, "That water was just slightly above freezing."

"It was not that cold!" Jason huffed, rolling his eyes.

At the same time Andrew oh-so helpfully advised: "Shouldn't have jumped in with your clothes on."

Beth barked out a harsh laugh, "Excuse me for not wanting to fuel your fantasies for the next month."

They laughed and Paul gently squeezed her toes, "I'm pretty sure that picture would last me longer than a month."

Definitely perverted, yet somehow flattering. Beth gave a bright boastful smile, "Damn straight!"

Paul drove one-handed and continued to hold her toes for the rest of the drive.

JPOV (Jared)

Paul was a ladies man. Jared knew this and normally he didn't care. He would roll his eyes, laugh about it, and occasionally, as a friend, rag on Paul for it, but it had never really bothered him before. Until now….

When they arrived at Paul's place it was agreed that Beth would be the first allowed to get warm and shower. When she was done she came out to the living room carrying her wet close with a shy smile, wet hair, and wearing nothing but a towel.

Jason didn't even try to hide the fact that he was staring, Andrew shifted uncomfortably and blushed, and Jared stood there stupidly stunned. Not just because she was undeniably hot but she was also unbelievably beautiful. She was obviously uncomfortable so exposed to us men and her nervousness just made her all the more sweet. My thoughts were fighting at opposite ends of the spectrum between adorable and sexy.

Paul stepped forward with a stack of his dry clothes for her to barrow, a shirt, some boxers, and a pair of socks.

"I'll trade you?" Paul smiled, "You can wear these while I put your stuff in the wash."

They swapped and Beth held his clothes tightly against her chest and rubbed her cheek into them.

"They're warm?" she wondered aloud.

Paul stood taller and smiled widely, seemingly pleased she noticed.

"I put them in the dryer for a bit." The unspoken 'just for you' was obvious, though not stated.

Beth smiled; her eyes sparkled as she glanced up at Paul through her long lashes. She mumbled a quiet "thank you" before retreating back to the bathroom to change.

It was in that sweet smile and the glint in her eyes, in that brief moment that Jared knew Beth was another one lost to Paul. Another to add to his already long list. Paul would enjoy her and be infatuated for about a month until he got bored, then he would leave her broken and we wouldn't see her again except for in random passing. And normally this wouldn't be a problem. Paul's women came and went, hardly even noticed by his friends. Nobody really cared. Not even Paul.

But this time Jared noticed. This time he was really bothered. Usually Paul's girls never captured Jared's attention but Beth, Beth completely enraptured him. She was actually interesting, sweet, easy to talk to, and he wanted to get to know her better. He could see himself with her, their relationship evolving into something similar to what his parents had, loving, devoted. But all though out the night he watched her throw curious, interested glances Paul's way and knew she was already lost.

Sorry for any errors. I know I have an issue remaining in one tense but I have no editor to catch these mistakes for me.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed