Thank you guys for the reviews, almost 30 I can't believe how much you guys love this story. I love it too; it's so fun to write. Well Lea had one too many drinks at the club; let's see how she handles John accompanying her home.

I linked my arm with his; laying my head on his arm. The cold wind blowing in my face felt pleasant, I closed my eyes. He chuckled, stroking my cheek. Peter was driving us to the house. I had fallen asleep, John got me out of the car and carried me on his shoulder inside, Molly and Peter watched as they directed him to my bedroom.

"There we go Lea, bedtime." He placed me on the mattress.

I woke up, unsettled. "Bed? How did I get here?"

"Um... we flew" he said putting the covers over me.

"We flew?"

"Yeah" he said tucking me in.

"Aren't you going to stay? I mean don't you like me?" I got up and pulled the neck of his shirt, pulling him closer to me.

"I was going to go home, just wanted to make sure you were safe." He pulled himself back and stood up.

"Don't you think I'm attractive?"

John chuckled "you're very attractive.

"Then can't you stay, I know you want to."

"Lea, I shouldn't."

"I know you like me John, you liked my painting."

"I do like you Lea, why do you think I went through all this trouble."

"You know what...I think you're really cute." I squeezed his cheeks.

"Alright, will you let go of my cheek?"

"If you stay?"

"Alright..."

"Yay!" I squealed getting into bed.

He lay next to me. I cuddled up to him and smiled, he just shook his head.

"John... you have really nice eyes, I wish I had eyes like yours."

"I think you're the most beautiful woman, I've ever seen."

"You do?"

"Absolutely." He smiled.

"But don't fall in love with me, I don't want my heart broken again... I cried a lot."

"I would never do that."

I kissed him on the cheek and lay my head on the pillow, closing my eyes.

I smiled on his face, from the warmth of my kiss. "But I'm sure you won't remember any of this in the morning." He played my hair, watching me sleep.

...

I opened my eyes; my head was thumping as I got up. I felt sick in my stomach and I had no recollection of what happened. I slowly walked into the kitchen where I found a large bundle of red roses that were placed in a vase. Molly grinned at me, as I was gaping at the flowers.

"Did you grow these Molly?" I asked.

"No dear, they arrived this morning."

"They did?" I stared at them, looking for a card but there was none.

"Maybe they're from that man from last night?"

"Man!" I screamed.

"Yes that man, I didn't catch his name... but he brought you home and then he... stayed the night, he left early this morning."

"He stayed the night?" I was feeling anxious. "Molly, could I get some Cranberry juice?"

I found this always helped my hangovers. She poured me a glass and put it in front of me. The crimson colour of juice, made my headache more agonizing, it reminded me of the drinks I had last night. "I think I'll just have water."

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

I sipped the water, reminiscences of last night suddenly emerging in my head. "I did actually, that guy... his name was John and he was actually really nice."

"He was quite good looking chap" she smiled.

I put my hand of my head and groaned "he must think I'm such a loser, I got drunk and I acted like a complete idiot!"

"He seemed quite charmed by you."

I sighed "I doubt that... once my head clears, I want to thank him and apologize for my silly behaviour."

...

I went back to the club, hoping maybe someone could tell me where he was. Taylor was talking with some other people. I just stood outside and waved at her. She grinned and ran toward me. "Feeling better?"

I laughed "a little."

"At least I hope you had fun."

"Absolutely, I did... John was really nice, I just wanted to thank him... do you know where I might find him?"

She smiled "sure." Taylor wrote down an address on a piece of paper. "He can be mostly found here or try the beach."

"Thank you."

I went back to the car and gave the address to Peter; he drove me to this lot of small houses. I looked for number 11, this was the number written. I knocked on the door, awaiting somebody to open a door. I was hoping for no woman to answer as it happened earlier, with another man. John opened the door with a grin on his face.

"Hi" I said smiling.

"Hello Lea, feeling better?"

"I am, I'm really sorry about last night, I really am a hopeless drinker. I'm really sorry about my behaviour; I'm not like that at all."

He laughed "it's fine, it was fun."

"I just wanted to thank you, for accompanying me home and just making sure I was safe. I appreciate that."

"It was my pleasure."

I smiled, still standing outside his house. It was becoming awkward. "I just wanted to tell you that."

"Do you want to come inside, Lea?"

I was pleased to hear this. "Sure, I mean if you're not busy."

"Yeah, come on inside."

I walked inside, admiring all his football championships and trophies that decorated his house. He had a lot of photos with him and his family; I could recognise Taylor and Matthew in the pictures. I followed him into the kitchen and pulled out a seat at the table. I sat down and he sat across from me.

"So do you remember much of last night?"

"Um... a little... just a question, we didn't sleep together did we?"

He laughed "what kind of man do you think I am!"

"I didn't mean it like that! Just my friend Molly told me you stayed the night."

"Yeah... because you kept begging me too."

"I did... oh my god I did!" The memories were flooding back to me "I'm sorry."

"Its fine I enjoyed you snuggling with me." He smirked.

I covered my face with my hands, gasping at my own stupidity. I had totally embarrassed myself in front of him.

"Lea, its fine... I left as soon as the sun came up. We did absolutely nothing."

I nodded.

"About your friend, is she your maid?" he asked.

"Yeah... something like that?"

"So are you like rich or something? I mean what's your story?"

I laughed. "It's my boss's place, well his villa as he calls it. He lent it to me to stay for a bit."

"He just lent his expensive beach house to you? Must be the best boss in the world."

"He is. He's a really nice guy; he's actually one of the kindest friends I have." I started to miss Wade.

"I hope I have become one now."

I blushed. "You are."

"You know... last night you asked me if I liked you."

"And what did you say?"

"I do like you, Lea".

I felt all jittery inside. I smiled at him.

"I think you're beautiful, talented but we may need to work on your drinking."

I laughed.

"I was wondering, if you would want to go on a date with me sometime."

I looked at John, across from me. Suddenly I had forgotten about everything that had happened to me before with Randy. It had not fazed me at all. Here was this gorgeous, well mannered and kind man, who was interested in me. "Sure, how about Friday night?"

"Friday is perfect."