CHAPTER 21:

"Thanks Cooper. For everything." Fiona smiled, her face slightly blushed. He had let her rest, he fed her, and given her a Tylenol. He had even let her keep the outfit she had taken from him. He was now going to take her back to Jen's house. As she went to open the door, she felt his hand on her shoulder. She turned around.

"Listen…about that kiss the last time…"

"Yeah, what happened to not taking advantage of the poor hungover girl?"

"This is not taking advantage!"

"Oh it so is! You took care of me and now let me guess, you expect me to return the favour?"

"No not at all. I was saying, before you interrupted me, that the kiss we had could hardly be considered a kiss and I just thought that if you still liked me well, it would be the cherry on top of your day." Cooper smirked. Fiona smiled behind her anger. She really did like him still and she thought that this could be the last chance she got to kiss him ever again. She took a step forward towards him and he leaned down, putting his hand on her face, pulling her head towards his. Their lips touched and Fiona savoured the moment. He drew her further into the kiss and she wrapped her arms around his back. She didn't want to pull away, she wanted it to stay like this, but in reality she knew it wouldn't.

Cooper pulled away from Fiona slowly, his eyes still closed. He figured that maybe this may have been a mistake, giving her the false hope that he was interested in her. Fiona looked at him. She had never been kissed like that before or by someone who was so good at it. She averted her gaze to the floor. "How did you learn to kiss like that?" Fiona mumbled, catching her breath.

"I've got my ways." He answered in a whisper. "Now do you still want a ride home or shall I call you a cab?"

"Uh…yeah a cab would be…good. Sorry it's just…"

"I know." Cooper grinned playfully, pulling out his cell phone. He dialled the cab company. "Perhaps it's for the best…" Fiona unwillingly nodded along. In her dream world, she wished he wasn't so attached to the cars in his garage. But in the harsh reality, she knew that cars and driving was his thing, his only thing and that having a girlfriend was nowhere near being a top priority. The whole kissing-her-again-thing made her feel happy but at the same time, sad.

When Fiona was dropped off by the cab at Jen's apartment, she could only think of the torture she was about to endure. Letting herself in, she saw that Jen had fallen asleep on the couch. Fiona tip-toed through the house hoping to sneak past Jen and go to the kitchen. And as she was just about to step on to the tiles of the kitchenette, the wood floor board underneath her right foot. Fiona grimaced, praying Jen didn't hear her.

"So…took you long enough to come home." Jen said keeping her eyes closed. Fiona walked over and sat down on the arm of the couch. "So…spill. I won't say anything until you're done."

"Jennifer, I…Fine. I met a guy. I went to his house. I had great, fantastic sex with him. Then he told me that was all he wanted." Fiona sighed. "He was really good looking too. Incredibly hot. And never before have I felt so depressed about something like that. Probably because…because I really do have a thing for Cooper and he...he…" Fiona broke down and sobbed. Jen got up off the couch and hugged Fiona. She was unsure about what Cooper did to her or didn't do, but she had a gut feeling that Fiona was pining for him.

"If he did anything bad to you…I will hurt him. Pregnant or not, I will hurt him badly." Jen threatened.

"No it's not that…he…" Fiona pulled away, briefly explaining how he helped her, and then kissed her. Jen didn't know what to say. She knew Cooper was a socially awkward guy but…wow. That had been completely unexpected.

"Well what is his problem? Obviously the man likes you enough to kiss you again. Maybe you should have said something about it?"

"And what? Expect to get a relationship out of it? He's…"

"Fiona…never before have I seen you so upset over a man. Obviously, you really like him, and obviously he doesn't hate you, otherwise he wouldn't have taken care of you or kissed you again. He's socially awkward, we know this, but I'm pretty sure if you point this out to him then…"

"Can we just forget about this whole mess, please?"

"All right. Now, I've got to tell you some good news."