"I'll see you on Monday," I said, trying to get them out of the house.

"Not so fast, Dean, we have something to say first."

"We won't burn down the house, we won't throw a party, and we'll behave. Now bye?"

"That's not what I was going to say, but thank you for clearing that up. And for clearly wanting us out of the house. What I was going to say was that Keith and I have talked…"

"About?"

"We like this house, but with J.J living here, and the baby coming, we're one room short. So… I can't believe I'm actually saying this…" mom said, turning to Keith. "There has to be another way."

"What your Mom is trying to say is that maybe you two could share a room."

J.J and I sharing a room? Well, that had to be Keith's idea, because Mom would never think of it. Especially not now when we're together.

"Yeah, totally," J.J and I said at the same time, grins on our face. Sharing a room with J.J… Yeah, I want that.

"See, they're fine with it."

"Of course they're fine with it," Mom almost snapped at Keith and I pressed my lips together to not laugh. Her hormones were amusing at times.

"So, I'll see you in a few days?" I continued.

"Yeah, you'll see us on Monday," Mom continued and grabbed her bag from the floor. Tomorrow was their wedding day, so they would go away somewhere.

Keith said goodbye, and J.J and I said goodbye to him. Mom was just about to go out the front door when she stopped and turned.

"And Jennie, you might want to call your brother and tell him you're coming home for Christmas."

"Really?" J.J said, a huge smile on her lips.

Mom nodded and J.J hugged her.

"Thank you so much," J.J said and Mom smiled.

"Thanks Mom," I said and she nodded.

"Well, we better go. Bye." And with that she left and closed the door. J.J locked it, and turned to me.

"We're taking my room."

It was a statement, not a question. And I agreed. But, since she stated it, I had to ask.

"Why not my room?"

"My closet it bigger. My bed is more comfortable, and there is no way in hell I'm having sex in your bed. Or even sleeping in it."

"That's very direct," I told her, following her up the stairs. "Why not?"

She turned around, backing up the steps. Her eyes gave me the answers.

"Oh, that. What if I say Olivia and I never had sex in my bed?" Which would be a lie. A big, fat lie.

"What if I say I heard you? Or should I say her? You were… quiet."

Oh, god, that was just embarrassing. And why hadn't she said anything? I would have felt a thousand times better if she had mentioned it right after hearing it. Because then I wouldn't find out now, when we're dating. When I want to kiss her. When I'm planning on having sex with her tonight. Actually, I would feel a lot better if I'd never found out. Ever.

Suddenly I was regretting asking her about why we're taking her room.

"Why were you quiet? If I remember correctly, you were not quiet two weeks ago."

Had it been two weeks already? It must have been. I was sick for one week, and after going out last Friday, I got sick again. Just for a few days though, but when I was healthy her… female parts wouldn't let us. When Olivia was on her period, I really didn't mind. But now I definitely did mind.

"What if I say you're the one who makes me… sound? Make noises? Sound?"

She laughed at my confusion, and answered me.

"Then I'd say you're lying."

"I'm not," I told her, taking the last step up on our floor. J.J was still backing, so I wrapped my arms around her and led her into her room as I pressed my lips against hers. She captured my lips with hers as she kissed me back, smiling into the kiss.

She lowered her hands from my arms and she started to unbuckle her jeans. She unbuckled both buttons, but she didn't pull her jeans down. Then she broke the kiss as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. After that she pulled her white tank top over her head, leaving her in a white bra and her blue, tight jeans. And god, that bra was sexy. It was forming her breasts into a perfect shape, and it had a small bow that I just wanted to take a nibble at. Very weird, but true.

"I'm up here, Dean," J.J said and I realized I was staring. So I found her lips again and closed my eyes as I darted my tongue into her mouth.

"We've never been on a date," she murmured against my lips as she broke the kiss a moment later.

"I don't do dates."

"Neither do. So, let's be bad at it together?"

"I think I'd like that," I told her honestly. Going on a date with J.J could be fun. It would be fun.

"Do you know what I'd like?"

"What would you like?" My lips were barely moving, just barely touching hers. We were standing so close we could be one person. So close I could almost feel her steady heartbeat. She had placed one of her hands on my chest, so she could definitely feel mine.

"To take a shower," she answered, pulling away from me.

"You can't do that," I complained. "Get my hopes up like that."

"I can do what I want," she grinned, backing away from me and toward the bathroom.

"Then I'll join you," I told her, following her through the bathroom door.

"Oh really?"

"Definitely."

"Don't you have practice?"

"The rink is pretty much ruined," I told her as she jumped up on the bathroom counter. But practice was back on next Friday.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Then I turned the water in the shower on, hearing it clatter against the hard tile. I watched J.J where she was sitting on the counter, right between the two sinks.

She looked nervous. Almost uncomfortable.

I knew why.

I positioned myself between her legs, holding her gaze.

"We've done this before. It's okay."

"We haven't taken a shower together, but I know what you mean. And it's not the same."

"Why not?"

The corner of her mouth curved upwards, almost like if I should know the answer. Like it was obvious.

"The last time we saw each other naked, we were kinda busy."

Okay, yeah, that was obvious.

"And, it was darker."

If darkness is what she needed, then I could easily fix that. I walked toward the wall leading to my room, found the light switch and turned down the light so that there was a dim light, and then walked back to her.

"You know you didn't have to do that," she said, hopping down from the counter. She was apologizing, for this?

"I get it, Freckles, I do," I said honestly as I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her a little closer. "You're scared. You're new to all of this. To everything. And the thoughts that were running around your head two weeks ago, the thoughts that's running around your head right now – I've been there. More recently then you'd think actually. The first time with you; I haven't been that nervous in a long time."

"You didn't seem nervous. You seemed… in control. Like you knew exactly what you were doing."

I scoffed. I had no idea what I was doing that night. I was still pretty clueless.

"I'm good at hiding what I really feel," I stated. "And I had absolutely no idea of what I was doing. You're different. You're you. I have no idea how to satisfy you. I don't know what you like. Well, I'm starting to learn, but I'm guessing there is a lot more left. We're exploring each other, and it's gonna take time. As friends, I knew you inside and out. Now? Not so much. We have new things to learn about each other. Show each other. Tell each other."

"Then maybe we should get started?" she asked, and I chuckled.

"We started that with our first kiss."

As I said that, I leaned down and captured her lips between mine, feeling her arms wrap around my neck to pull my head down. I moved my hands from her hips to the edge of her jeans, pulling them down as far as I could. After that, she kicked them off, moving her arms from my neck to behind her back. I broke the kiss, looking at her. She was hesitating, so I decided it could be my turn. I unbuckled my jeans and pulled them off.

"Take your time," I said as I pulled my boxers down and then stepped into the shower. I closed the door, seeing her silhouette outside the glass. The heat from the water quickly steamed the glass and it became harder to see her. I concentrated on the warm water instead, feeling how it hit my skin.

It took a minute or two, but eventually I heard the shower door open and then click again as it closed.

I didn't turn around, leaving the choice for her. Giving her space.

I felt her lips press against my back then, and her arms wrapped around my waist. She walked closer, pressing her whole body against me. Feeling her soft, warm, naked skin against me, feeling her breasts press against my back… I swallowed hard, trying to calm my heartbeats.

I ignored my previous thoughts as I turned around to watch her. I didn't really mean to stare, but it was hard not to. The body she was possessing… Those curves, those hips, her everything.

I met her steady gaze before I closed my eyes and lowered my head. I kissed her throat, sucking on a spot gently, creating a hickey. I moved my lips down, finding her collarbone where I darted my tongue out to taste her. I smiled as I heard her moan quietly and my hands moved from her hips to her breasts. I caressed them softly, feeling how her nipples erected underneath my thumbs. I smiled against her skin again before I traced kisses down her skin toward her right breast. Still caressing both of them, my mouth captured her nipple, sucking on it.

While doing this it was hard to ignore how close my growing hard-on was to her entrance. It was hard to ignore all the things I wanted to do to her right now.

I nibbled gently on her nipple, making her moan again. Louder this time. My hard-on hardened, and I swallowed.

I removed my lips from her skin and straightened up. I watched her face, holding her gaze. And reading the amount of lust in her eyes only made me think one thing.

Fuck it, I thought as I slammed my mouth against hers. She wasn't ready, and it took her a second before she responded with kissing me back. It didn't take long before my tongue was inside her mouth, my hands cupping her face. Her right hand were gripping my hair while her left hand were tracing over my chest.

It got somewhat harder and harder to ignore my now almost throbbing hard-on against her inner thigh, so I turned us around and pressed her against the wall. I didn't want to push her against the glass wall, not knowing how much pressure it could take.

She broke the kiss to breathe, but I felt her lips against my skin. The side of my throat, the crook of my neck…

"The things I want to do to you right now…" I mumbled as her lips found mine again. She kissed me hard for a second before she broke the kiss again and looked at me.

"Do it."

Both her eyes and voice was steady, so I knew she meant it. But I still had to ask.

"Do what?"

"All the things you want to do to me… Do them."

I placed my hands on the outside of her thighs, and in one swift movement I lifted her up. I felt her locking her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck.

I held her tightly as I turned the water off and opened the door. I wasn't going to do those things in a shower. The shower might be big, but still; I needed a bed for what I wanted to do.

I hadn't closed the door to her bedroom, so I easily carried her in there. I walked up to the bed where I let go of her and she fell down on the soft mattress. I leaned down over her, pushing her back against the mattress, and found her lips again. The kiss was already hard and deep, but it was growing even deeper. While I kissed her, I balanced myself with one elbow against the mattress as my hand traced over her warm skin. I felt all of her glorious curves underneath my hand as it went down, and then it finally reached her thigh.

I parted her legs gently, and she knew what I was planning on doing. I felt her tense just a little bit, but she was still kissing me passionately and as my hand found its way in between her legs she moaned into my mouth and I felt her relax under me.

I moaned as she moaned, feeling how wet she was already. Feeling new parts of her under my touch.

My fingers quickly found her clit and I started rubbing in slow circles. I could feel her arms tighten around my neck, one of her hands gripping my hair.

My movements sped up, and when I heard her breath hitch I knew she didn't have much left. So I pushed two of my fingers inside of her, hearing a loud moan escape her lips.

Her hips met my fingers as they pumped in and out, her lips leaving mine to catch her breath. I moved my mouth to her throat as my thumb found her clit.

"Ohh, god," I heard her mumble after a few seconds and I knew I really didn't have to do much before she would reach her climax.

"That's not my name," I teased against her skin, my lips moving towards hers again.

I heard her laugh at my comment, but her laugh turned into a loud moan as I felt her inner walls tighten around my fingers. Her fingers dug their way toward my scalp as her other hand pierced my back.

As she fell back down on the mattress, she opened her eyes and I could see that they were unfocused. She was still on a high from the orgasm as she pressed her lips against mine softly.

"That was…" she started, but I interrupted her.

"I'm not done," I whispered against her lips as I pulled my fingers out of her. I captured her lips for a second before my mouth moved south.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but I had never done it before. I didn't know how to do it right, or what it would feel like, or taste like. I didn't know if she would like it, or if I would. I just knew I wanted to.

And people always said it was good, right? And I didn't doubt it.

But I was still clueless on how to do it right, so I figured I would have to follow my instincts on this one.

My lips went down further than they really had to, kissing a spot on the inside of her right thigh. She didn't only have a scar above her ribs – she also had one on the inside of her thigh. It wasn't long, but it was pretty thick and it looked newer than the one on her ribs. Actually she had a few more scars from the accident worth mentioning. I had never knew that they even existed before until two weeks ago.

I pressed my lips against the scar and then moved up again. I found her clit again, this time with my mouth. I let my tongue touch it gently at first, and then it was like it had its on life. I had no idea what to do, but my tongue seemed to do things just right. I suppressed my moan as I heard J.J moan again, this time louder than the times before. Her moan turned into an almost scream full of pleasure. Yeah, I was definitely doing something right.

It didn't take long before she reached her limit again, and she came down panting and probably exhausted. I quickly licked up her juices, promising myself that I would do this again. Her taste was… amazing, in lack of better words.

I traced my lips against her skin, up towards her face again. But I wasn't sure whether or not to kiss her. Did she really want to taste herself? She surprised me though, by grabbing my face and pressing my lips against hers. She kissed me deeply for a moment before she broke the kiss, but her lips were still touching mine.

"You done?" she whispered, and I didn't have the time to answer her before she continued. "Good."

Suddenly I was the one on my back, and she was straddling me. I straightened up into a sitting position and captured her lips with mine. It only took a second before I felt her around me, and I knew it really wouldn't take much for me to reach my limit. I had been so close from just hearing her moan, from touching her, tasting her, and now I was inside her.

I guess this was somewhat better. She was still tight, and she hadn't adjusted to my size yet, so yes, it was better with her in control. She knew how much she could push, how deep I could go, without hurting her. Because I didn't doubt that it still stung when I pushed inside of her. Or in this case, when she pushed me inside of her.

I met her thrusts, and suddenly she pushed me deeper inside her and I couldn't take it anymore. I released inside of her, and as I did so I felt her slam down hard into me. Her walls tightened around me and she whimpered into my mouth. Then she collapsed, and I knew I was right about her being exhausted. She was more than that.

I placed a soft kiss against her lips before she climbed off me and lay down. I lay down next to her, knowing we should probably change the sheets tomorrow. They were pretty disgusting with all that sweat and cum, and yeah… I wrapped my arm around her torso, and quickly fell asleep next to her.

She was still asleep when I woke up, her hair all over her pillow. It was slightly curly, the way it normally was. But she straightened it all the time, and it was rarely that I saw her with her wavy hair. If I had to choose, I preferred it wavy.

I climbed out of bed, taking a quick shower and then I got dressed before I walked downstairs. I hadn't watched the clock yet, but I did now. 9.15. That meant we had been sleeping for almost eleven hours.

I opened the fridge and thought before I took out the pie. We had a lot of leftovers since Thursday – we always have a lot of leftovers after Thanksgiving – and I decided that pie would be the best breakfast.

When I was on my third slice – I eat a lot after sex, and three slices isn't even much – I heard footsteps in the stairs. J.J walked around the corner to the kitchen a few seconds later, her arms in the air to place her hair in a messy bun. She was wearing an oversize t-shirt and a pair of short shorts.

"You can't eat pie for breakfast," she commented and I snorted.

"I can eat whatever I want," I stated and she grabbed a fork and sat down opposite to me, taking a piece of the pie.

"I noticed last night," she smirked. "That can't taste good, by the way."

"To be honest, it didn't taste much. I can still call it amazing though."

"You speak like you've never… You haven't, have you?"

"Everything has a first, right?"

"For a first timer, you did hell of a job."

I laughed at her grin and then took another piece of the pie as she did so.

"I have to admit that I honestly thought it would be awkward."

"That what would be awkward?" I wanted to know.

"After being friends for so long, and then having sex. I kinda thought it would be awkward between us."

"I never really thought that far," I told her honestly. I hadn't thought about that, but it sorta made sense.

"To totally change the subject… I never said 'thank you'."

"What is there to say 'thank you' for?"

"The talent show. For signing me up."

"I told you you would thank me some day," I grinned and she chuckled.

"I proved something to myself when I walked out on that stage. I can do more than I thought I could. I can't just give up when things go wrong."

"You've never given up when things go wrong, J.J. And you can do a lot more than anyone thinks."

"I'm not so sure about that," I heard her mumble to herself, and then her phone beeped. She dug her hand into her bra, and then looked at her phone.

"Don't give me that look. I don't have any pockets," she said as she answered her text.

"Who has their phone in their bra?"

She looked up at me and gave me a serious look.

"Pretty much everyone. Jenna is wondering if we wanna stop by later?"

"An hour?" I asked and she wrote something else.

"I have to take a shower and get ready first."

"I'm pretty much done."

"Which is why I said I needed to get ready," she told me and got up from the table after taking the last piece of the pie. I took the plate and placed it in the dishes before I followed her upstairs. As I heard her start the shower, I looked in my closet. I found a pair of socks that I put on and then a thicker shirt that I pulled over my t-shirt.

A few minutes later I heard the shower stop and then I heard the door to J.J's room open. I waited for a few long moments before I knocked on the bathroom door and walked inside.

J.J was standing in front of the mirror with her mascara in her hands. She was wearing a black and white striped top and her black, tight jeans. Her hair was damp from the shower, and she was barefoot.

"Why do girls always have their mouth open when they put on mascara?"

"Trust me, I've asked myself that question a million times. And I will never get a good answer."

She put the mascara back on the counter, and then grabbed her foundation, putting it on.

"You're staring," she said and I chuckled.

"I don't have anything better to do," I told her and grabbed my toothbrush. I could always brush my teeth.

She grabbed the hairdryer as I put the brush in my mouth and started brushing.

Mascara. Foundation. Hairdryer.

That's a lot of stuff to do. And I had a feeling she wasn't done yet.

Ten minutes later she was, but only because I told her to ignore the hair straightener. I wanted her to have her curly hair today.

"It's twenty minutes left until we're supposed to be there," I told her. "Should we go anyway?"

"Why not?"

We walked down the stairs, and put on shoes and jackets. I grabbed her hand after I had locked the door, and we walked carefully down the steps. It had been snowing, and it was below freezing. Thankfully, it wasn't that far to Liam and Jenna's house.

We were about five minutes from their house when we heard barking, and then we saw a black and brown dog running toward us. I laughed as I saw Liam running behind and so did J.J.

I heard her mumble something as the dog stopped in front of her, jumping up and leaning his paws against her shoulder. Then she received a big kiss.

"I missed you too, baby," she said. "Now down."

He instantly jumped down and sniffed on me for a second before he returned to J.J.

"That dog is insanely strong," Liam said as he catched up, and I saw Jenna with their dog come into sight.

"Only when it comes to you," J.J said and took the leash hanging on the ground.

"Sit," she said and Tank obeyed. J.J then removed the leash from his neck and gave it to Liam.

"I wouldn't trust him with that, but then again, he actually listens to you," Liam said and I chuckled.

It was the truth though. Tank was her dog, and she's had him since she was twelve. But after the accident, things changed. Mom's allergic, and Liam and Jenna took him in. They already had a dog before. It's not like Tank didn't obey them, it was just that as soon as J.J was close enough for him to sniff or hear her, she was the only thing that counted.

Jenna and Diezel came up to us and Jenna laughed.

"A dog is strong if not even Liam can handle him."

"And I can. Unless J.J is around," Liam argued with her and I laughed along with the rest. Then we started walking, and Tank followed in J.J's footsteps.

As we reached their house, Diezel ran off into the kitchen but Tank followed us up the stairs and into Liam's room.

I sat down on the floor, leaning against the bed as Liam and Jenna took their seats in the bed. J.J sat down between my legs, but then Tank looked at J.J and then growled quietly at me.

"I don't think he likes me anymore," I whispered in her ear and she chuckled.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said to me and then patted the ground. "Down."

Tank just kept staring at me and snarled again. Louder this time.

"He scares me," I confessed and J.J laughed as she moved from my lap to sit next to me on the floor instead. But it was the truth. A huge Rottweiler is not someone to play with.

Tank glared at me for a second before he strutted over to J.J where he lay down and placed his head in her lap. She raised her hand to the top of his head, and patted him.

We sat like that talking for a few hours before it was time for lunch.

"You want some?" Liam asked and I looked at J.J. It hadn't been that long since we ate breakfast.

"Nah, I'm not hungry," I said and J.J agreed with me. So Liam and Jenna walked downstairs, and we waited.

"What do you think I did?" I asked and J.J understood my question.

"You didn't do anything. Besides falling in love with the only girl in his life. And you should know that he's the only one for me."

"Oh, really? If you'd chose one of us to save, and only one, who would it be?"

"Definitely him," she answered without hesitating and then smiled.

"Nice to know where I got you," I told her and she bit her lip, smiling. I don't think she had any idea of how frigging adorable she was when she did that.

"Don't get me wrong, I would try to save you too. But he's my baby. He's always been there for me, to listen. When I didn't have anyone, I had him. And he's never complained. Not even when I lashed out on him about you and Olivia. And I was beyond pissed."

"Ah, so that's why he doesn't like me anymore."

"Probably, yeah," she answered and nodded, only causing us to laugh.

Tank still had his head in her lap, and now she was stroking him on his back. She looked relaxed. And so did he. It was easy to see how much she liked being in his company. And the other way around.

"Speaking of something else… How are we getting the money to go to Sweden?" I asked.

J.J looked at me, and I knew she was hiding something.

"What are you not telling me?"

"I never told you how much money I inherited from Dad, did I?"

"No," I stated. I had a feeling it was more than I thought it was.

"First, you should know that when Dad died, I got more money from Mom. Her money was locked away, for Dad to inherit. But he's not here, and I'm left with the rest of both hers and his money. And the share that would have gone to Julia."

"Spit it out," I said. She looked almost nervous about this. Like it would make me look at her differently or something.

"I received almost 300 000 dollars from Dad. And almost three… million dollars from Mom."

"Wha-what? Could you rephrase that, like I'm five? Please?"

She had three million dollars? Where the hell did those money come from? Her family wasn't rich. They lived in a normal neighbourhood, in a small town in Vermont. Their house was the same size as mine. They had a dog. Her Dad was a marine. And her Mom had a normal job.

I must have heard her wrong.

"I don't want these money, Dean. I would give them up, to have my family in my life again. Those millions are a constant reminder of what I've lost. And of what I will never get again. They're locked in a bank, and I don't want to see them. I don't want to use them. Even though three millions will make things easier, I don't want them."

"H-h-how? I mean, that's a lot of money, Freckles. How did you get them? How could I not know about this?"

"We've never liked to brag. We wanted a normal life. My Mom… she worked hard for that money. She was born in a normal family. Not rich. Not poor. And she worked her way up, and when she moved to the states, she worked her way even further up. We've been rich since before I was born. We just didn't want to be different. We didn't want people to look at us differently. Like the way you're looking at me now."

"I'm sorry, J.J. I just… This is a lot to take in. You know I don't love you because of your money, right?"

She smiled softly before she answered me.

"How could you, when you didn't even know I had them? And that's exactly why we didn't tell people – we wanted them to see us, and not our money."

"And you know that this doesn't make me love you more, right? I love you more because you told me. Because you're honest with me. You're always honest with me."

"Most people would have taken advantage of me, knowing how much money I have. But I know you, and you won't."

"I'm not most people."

"I know, and I love you for that. I also know you won't tell anyone about this."

"I won't," I promised and then I captured her lips with mine.