"We've been talking all night," I noticed as the sun rose outside the kitchen window.

And we had. We talked about everything. Mostly her. And I mostly listened, and now and then I threw in a few words and we discussed it. But it was nice just listening, and getting to know a piece of J.J I hadn't known before.

"I can feel that in my ass," she smirked and I laughed. After sitting for so long, my ass did hurt. For awhile. It was numb now.

"Mine is numb," I stated and heard her chuckle. Her eyes didn't go with the laugh though. "You're still scared, aren't you?"

It did take her almost an hour before she let me in completely, and when she did, she hesitated.

"Kinda," she confessed. "It feels good to let it all out, but at the same time you know everything now. And that scares me. I've never been this open to someone before. I have that little annoying voice in my head that tells me you really didn't want to know all of this."

"If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have told you I did. And I'm still here, aren't I?"

"You're still here," she sighed and smiled softly. "I'm tired."

"I'm exhausted," I told her. "But if I go to sleep now, I won't be able to sleep tonight. And we have school tomorrow."

"Same here. So what should we do?"

"Watch a movie?"

"Then I'll fall asleep. Maybe we could move you into my room?"

"That sounds like a really good idea," I agreed and moved from the chair I had been sitting on for the last ten hours.

She followed me upstairs, and we walked into my room.

"You can't fit everything in there," she stated and I narrowed my eyes.

"Then I'm not doing this. I need my bed."

"It's your bed or your X-box," she played along and I pretended to think about it.

"X-box."

"That's what I thought," she grinned and I laughed. "You don't have any books. You have ridiculously many movies, and that desk won't fit in my room."

"You have way too many books, and my movies will easily fit next to yours," I stated. We continued to talk about how we would do this, and twenty minutes later we were placing some of my things in her bookshelf. It took up almost a whole wall in the room, and it wasn't just books. It was movies, series, books, music, her camera, some pictures, and some other stuff. But my things still easily fit in there after she moved some stuff.

"We have doubles of like ten different movies," she said and I grinned.

"That's because you're not into that silly romantic genre," I agreed and heard her chuckle.

"I have like five romantic movies."

"Yeah, but you have like fifteen horror flicks, a few dramas and some thrillers along with eight comedies."

"I like everything," she stated and laughed.

One hour later, we were pretty much done and there was only three things left in my room. My bed, my desk and my TV.

"We have to make room in my closet for your things," J.J said. "And my room seems smaller. I need to move some things."

I watched her as she moved her guitar to a place on her wall, hanging next to the bookshelf.

"Can you help me with this?" she asked and pointed at the couch.

"Where do you want it?"

"Where do we want it?" she corrected me. "I was thinking maybe over at that wall?"

She nodded toward one of the four corners of her room, and we moved the couch there. It left a lot of space in the room, and especially in front of the window where it used to stand. We moved the desk to right beside the window, leaving the bed where it was.

This did leave a lot more space in her room than before. It felt more open.

"Make some room in your closet, and I'll go get my clothes," I said and walked into my room. I pulled my entire closet out and carried it into her room, leaving it on the floor.

She wasn't done in her closet, so I found some new sheets for the bed and changed them.

"So, now when we're getting to know each other in a new way…" I started.

"Yeah?" I heard her answer me from her closet.

"What's your bra size?"

I heard footsteps and suddenly she was looking at me.

"Why?" she narrowed her eyes.

"It might be good for me to know."

"Why?" she asked again.

"I might want to get you something for Christmas," I stated.

"First of all, no you're not. It's too expensive, and you don't give me stuff for Christmas, remember? And second, you would only find something you'd think be sexy, but it would be really uncomfortable."

"Why can't I get you anything for Christmas?"

"Because that's our deal."

"Yeah, but we made that deal as friends. You're my girlfriend now."

"That doesn't change anything," she stated as a matter of fact and walked back into her closet as I laughed.

Stupid deal we made years ago. She get's to give me something for Christmas, and my birthday, but I get to give her something for New Years. Just because it's exactly in the middle of Christmas and her birthday. So I get to give her one gift, and she gets to give me two. Okay, so I had to spend more money at the same time, but who cared? I would give her something for Christmas, whether she liked it or not. And then I would do like every year and get her something for New Year.

"How is it going in there?"

"You don't have that much clothes, so I think it will fit."

And so I grabbed a few of my things and walked to her, seeing how frigging full her closet was.

"How much clothes do you have? And shoes?" She had like three times the amount of clothes I had, and she had almost fifteen pair of shoes on the floor. How is that even possible?

"That's your side," she changed the subject, pointing to the right.

"That is like only a few inches."

"It will fit. Give me that." She took what I had in my hands, and placed it on the racks as I got more. It took five minutes, but everything did fit.

"Why are you looking like that?" she asked as I looked around the small room.

"I'm standing in your closet – the place where all your underwear is."

She shoved me and walked into her bedroom again, and I laughed.

"Just so you know, they're not in there."

"Then where are they?"

"Guess three times," she offered and I narrowed my eyes, causing her to laugh. They had to be here somewhere.

"Speaking of hiding things…" she said and sat down on her bed. "The space under the bed is mine."

"Is that where you keep your underwear?"

She laughed and reached down under her bed and came up with a shoe box.

"All the letters between you and your Dad?" I understood and she shook her head.

"These are just the ones he wrote." She reached down under the bed again and came up with two more boxes. I sat down on the bed next to her, indian style, and she turned toward me. She placed her hand on one of the boxes. "These are the ones I wrote. And those are the ones Dad wrote for Julia."

"Have you finished the letters you found at the cabin?"

"I have one left," she said and I nodded. I knew it might take a while for her to read that one. It was the very last letter he had written to her, after all.

"I wanna show you something," she said and lifted on one of the lids. She searched through the thick pile of letters, and found the one she was looking for. "It's one of my first letters to him."

"It's addressed to a house in Vermont," I stated.

"It was back in 2000, and he was home. It was when his father had his heart attack."

Greg had been home for almost two years, but then September 11 happened and he decided to go back. And after that, he had kind of been stuck.

"So what did you write?"

She chuckled and opened the envelope and took out a piece of paper.

"Remember how I told you about the letter I wrote to him about you? This is it."

"Do I really wanna read that?" I chuckled and she smiled.

"No. So I'm reading it for you. Let me just find it…" she answered me and looked down on the piece of paper. I could see her smile from time to time, and I wondered what she had written, or maybe if she had completely misspelled a word. I mean, we were seven. I used to misspell things all the time.

"Here it is… 'Today in school, there was a new boy. He looked alone, and I sat by him. His name is Dean. I think-' Okay, I'm not going to read that," she laughed and looked sort of embarrassed.

"Now I wanna know what you wrote," I complained and she laughed.

"No," she shook her head and tried to hide the letter behind her back when I reached for it. I almost got it, but then she moved from the bed and I saw her folding and then placing the letter in her back pocket. I got up from the bed and walked toward her, seeing her grin.

"I'm reading what you wrote."

"Then catch me," she chuckled simply and took the way through the bathroom, closing the door behind her and locking it. I heard her do the same on the other door, so I looked through her –our - room. She had to have something that I could open the door with.

After a minute I found a hairpin, and I placed it in the keyhole. It took a moment, but I heard a click and knew I was through. I opened the door just in time to see her run through the other opening, and I followed. I caught up on her right before the stairs, and I took her wrist. She tried to stop me when I reached for the letter in her pocket, but I'm stronger than her and I managed to get my hand down her pocket and reaching the letter. I grabbed it and tried to unfold it as she jumped up on my back to stop me, laughing the entire time.

"What the hell did you write?" I asked, laughing as she tried to grab the letter from me. When she didn't succeed, because I held it up in the air, she tried to cover my eyes but I managed to read through her fingers.

"Let's see…" I ogled the letter, trying to find the right part, and I laughed because of how bad her handwriting used to be. "Aha, here it is! 'His name is Dean. I think I like him. More than a friend.' Aw, how cute. You had a crush on me."

"I also had a crush on Liam. Something was definitely wrong with me."

"Seeing how he had like ten girlfriends at a time, there must have been something really, really wrong with you," I agreed with her, grinning as she jumped down on the floor again.

I felt a soft hit in the back of my head, and I laughed.

"You know, I might use this information some time."

"I know a thing or two about you too," she threatened with a smug smile.

"Like what?" I raised my eyebrow, playing along.

"Like how you cried like a little baby when Amber broke up with you."

"That's not fair! I was seven, and she was my first girlfriend. Your first celebrity crush was Donald Duck!"

"I was four, and it was my favorite movie. And Mr. Duck is a very handsome duck," she said, not quite being able to feign her serious expression. "I have nude pictures of you from when you were a kid."

"No, you don't," I said. I mean, she couldn't, right? There is no pictures of me naked. Not even from when I was like new born. At least I don't think so.

"You don't believe me?" she asked, grabbed the letter from my hand and started to walk back to our room. "Fine."

I followed her and saw her grab a photo album from her bookshelf, sitting down on the floor to look through it. I stood above her, so I saw her look through the album. She stopped on a page and smiled.

"You were quite chubby as a kid," she said and held the album up for me to see. "And I can see that your sex hasn't really grown much."

I wiped the smile off my face and grabbed the album from her, throwing it on the floor beside her. She looked straight into my eyes, and I tried to keep them as hard as possible.

"Take that back," I demanded, pressing my lips together.

"Never," she shook her head, trying hard not to smile. So I sat down over her legs, grabbing her wrists with one hand, and held her tight.

"Take it back."

"Or what?" she challenged me, and I smiled smugly. With my free hand I reached her hip and started to tickle her, causing her to try to squirm away. She laughed through her screams, and I locked her down with the help of my legs.

"Take it back," I tried again and hearing her laugh made it hard not to laugh myself. I had always loved the sound of her laughter.

"Stop," she squealed, and I tickled her harder. She tried to kick me, but she failed and I laughed. A moment later, she gave up on trying to get free, but she was still laughing hard. I stopped tickling her, and leaned down so that she was lying down. I held her wrists against the floor, and I leaned close toward her face. Our noses were not even an inch away from each other and I could feel her warm breath on my face. I stared into her eyes, and I heard her swallow.

"Take it back," I said again, this time with a murmured voice. I let my lips almost meet hers, and I let her believe that I was going to kiss her. She was quiet for a moment, meeting my eyes and she swallowed again.

"It might be the double size," she whispered and I narrowed my eyes.

"Double size?"

"Oh, you know… I'm not that experienced on the subject so I'm not sure, but it's probably bigger than average."

"Probably?" I teased.

"Definitely," she corrected herself, swallowing again. Harder than before.

"That's better," I smiled and let my lips touch hers. The moment our lips locked together, it was like I could read her mind.

Finally.

The kiss was so deep from the start that I could feel the blood streaming down after just a few moments, and when J.J broke the kiss to breathe, I kept the kiss broken.

As she tried to find my lips again, I turned my head a little bit to the left.

"You have no idea of how easy you can drive me crazy," I murmured against her jaw. "You have no idea of what your kissing does to me. Of what you do to me."

I had two "serious" girlfriends before Olivia, serious meaning that it lasted longer than a week or two, and they might have done some things to me. I might have done some things in return. I lost my virginity to Olivia, and almost a year later we got together. I was drunk that night, Olivia was drunk that night, and one thing led to another. There might have been blowjobs or handjobs from a girl or two before Olivia and I got serious, and before we were, we would hook up once in a while. Finally it happened so often we decided to be a couple.

I knew I was far more experienced than J.J, but I had never felt this way with someone else. She made me feel special just by looking at me. So when her hand touched mine, or when it ran over my skin, or when she kissed me, or the three times we had taken things further… She made me feel like the only guy in the world. And I hoped that I on some level did the same to her.

"Ditto," she whispered and I laughed before I pressed my lips against hers again. I sucked on her upper lip as she rolled us around, and I was the one on my back. I felt her hand trace over my skin and down toward my hip. It continued, and suddenly I felt her hand in my crotch. I got harder from her touch, even though it was through my jeans, and I felt her smile into the kiss. She must have felt it, no doubt about it. Her hand had never actually been down there, and now it was more than just there. She was practically caressing my cock through my jeans, and she definitely knew what it did to me.

It was hard to concentrate on her lips against mine as I felt her hand rubbing, and knowing that I wanted direct contact. Skin to skin. She must have known that I wanted it, feeling that I grew harder and bigger underneath her touch, but I knew that she wouldn't give it to me. First of all, she had never done it before. Second of all, I don't know if she wanted to. Thirdly, she knew what she was doing to me right now. She knew how fucking crazy she was driving me. She was fucking smart. I knew I would have to beg for it, but I wouldn't. Not this time.

My hands moved to her ass, grabbing it and I heard her moan quietly. Her hand sped up and rubbed harder and I almost felt my eyes roll back in my head.

Somehow she managed to grab my length through my jeans, and I groaned.

Oh fuck, that felt good.

"Freckles," I groaned and felt her smile smugly into the kiss. Yep, she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"I'm guessing this feels good?" she whispered and I swallowed, causing her to laugh quietly.

"You have no frigging idea," I answered her, my breath speeding up. A few seconds later, and a few rubs from J.J, my breath hitched and then my underwear and jeans were soaked.

"Fuck," I groaned as I opened my eyes and found J.J's staring into mine. "I never actually thought that would work through jeans."

"Considering my wet hand, it definitely worked," she answered me, wiping her left hand against my jeans.

I laughed and pressed my lips against hers softly.

"Believe it or not, but you just got a little sexier."

She captured my lower lip between hers, and sucked on it gently for a moment before we both heard the phone ring.

"You get it, I have to go change."

She chuckled but got up from the floor, left the room and then I heard her steps in the stairs.

I managed to get up in a swift movement and then I found my way into the bathroom. I closed the door, kicked off my clothes, threw them in the laundry and then took a quick shower. I dried off with a towel, and I held it around my waist as I walked up to the counters. It had drawers in it. I had my side, and J.J had hers. Without thinking about it I opened one of hers though when I looked for my underwear, and I was about to close it again when I saw what it contained. I fumbled through it until I found the size of one of her bras, and then remembered it. 32B.

I opened my own drawer, found a pair of boxers and put them on before I walked back into our room. J.J was sitting on the bed, speaking a language I couldn't understand. So either way she was talking to her brother, or her mom's parents. But my guess was on her brother.

She looked up when she heard me in the room, and I laughed when I noticed how her eyes lingered on my body before they found my eyes.

I found a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that I pulled on before I walked downstairs. I was getting hungry.

Twenty minutes later, J.J walked down just in time for the food to be done.

"You have like a food alarm or something?"

"I'm just really good at smelling things," she grinned and I chuckled.

"Was that your brother?"

"Yeah. I told him we're coming over for Christmas, but that I wasn't sure when."

"So, you told him about me?" I knew she hadn't had a real chance to talk to him after we got together, so I guessed that maybe she had told him now.

"Not really. I said you're coming with me, but I never said you're my boyfriend. But you know, at least we have a house to stay in."

"They live in a house?"

I don't know why, because I had never even seen a picture of her brother, but I had never imagined him in a house.

"Actually they live on a farm. They breed horses."

"Horses? That's so not what I pictured."

"Believe me, the small picture you have of him in your head right now will be ruined when you meet him."