Jesse's pov—

How did I let this happen? I wondered as I laid on Beca's bed with Sam on my chest, watching Beca go through her closet, picking an outfit for her date with my fucking nemesis.

I couldn't believe my ears when she asked me to help her pick one, saying that she hasn't been out on a first date in a long time and could use a male opinion. Well, she came to the wrong guy.

The last thing I wanted do was help her pick an outfit for her date. If it were a couple of weeks ago—actually, three weeks. Yeah, if it were three weeks ago, it wouldn't have bothered me.

I joked about how we're gonna become lovers all the time, but I didn't really mean it. But ever since we hooked up, things changed.

I frankly ignored these changes. I didn't want drama, we're roommates and friends, plus, I didn't want to go back to dating just yet.

However, last night when we slept together, it felt different. It wasn't just her body I craved. It was her. All of her.

I actually wanted to make love to her and not have sex to get her out of my system like I did three weeks ago, which, for the record, didn't work.

The moment she screamed my name, I knew for sure that I was falling for her, hard I might add.

"Alright, how about these?" her voice cut my train of thoughts.

I sat up and held Sammy close to me as I eyed the flannel shirt and skinny jeans she pulled .

"Unless your date consists of eating tacos at a parking lot after getting them at a drive thru, no." I answered truthfully.

She forcefully shoved the clothes back in her wardrobe and huffed.

"Wear some dress, Bec," I suggested as I cupped Sam's cheeks between my thumb and index.

"The thing is I don't own a dress that isn't slutty..." she trailed off as she pulled a short black dress.

"Slutty," I nodded when she gestured with her hand at the dress.

"See?" she said.

"You should wear it. I mean you're going on a date, not a Sunday service," I shrugged. "And, as a man, I can assure that he'd drool when he sees you in,"

"I don't think anyone would be drooling over me in any case scenario," she threw the dress on the bed then made her way to her en-suite bathroom. "Unless they're a dog,"

"I would," I muttered glancing at the bathroom, she had started on her makeup. I figured that my work was done and laid back on the bed, cuddling with Sam as I drifted back to my thoughts.

I knew that Beca didn't share the same feelings as me because she didn't even want to look at me when I was making love to her. Which is the main reason, I should find a way to stop myself from falling too hard and getting my heart broken, eventually.

Now that I think about it, I'm glad I didn't tell her right there and then that I wanted more than a platonic friendship. What was I thinking?

It did piss me off that she agreed to go out with that asshat doctor when she was still recovering from an orgasm I gave her. I had no right to be mad but I was. If I didn't leave the room when I did I wasn't sure of what I could have said to her.

As I splashed water on my face and started to cool down, I reasoned with myself, told myself that I was acting like an idiot, that it was just me and that I shouldn't fuck up a good friendship by saying the wrong things. Things like, I like you and I want to take you out on a date because I think we'd be really good together.

After a couple of deep breaths, I finally was in an okay state of mind to go back to the living area. I put on a t-shirt and joined her. She was sitting in the armchair in her after sex glow and looked up when I told her that I was going to make more popcorn which was a lame excuse to avoid being in the same place as her as I realized that I was still mad at her.

She wasn't blind to my change, and being the good friend she is, she followed me and, of course, I had to say something that would make me sound like a jealous jerk.

As we continued to watch the movie I felt bad for ignoring her, she didn't owe me anything. I had no right to be angry with her.

I knew that she was waiting for me to talk to her so I did, deciding that it wasn't worth it. It's her life, and I'm just a friend that she's comfortable having sex with occasionally.

I threw my arm over her shoulder and I decided that, unless she showed interest in me, I wasn't going to tell her about what I really from her, while also working on stopping myself from developing strong feelings for her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Beca said as she picked her dressed from the bed.

"I was thinking of what I'm gonna have for dinner," I lied. It was a bad one but she did catch me off guard.

"You were intensely thinking about dinner?" she eyed me with amusement.

"Yeah, I don't know if I want pizza or chicken wings," I rolled on my stomach, giving her my back so that she could change into the dress.

"You could have both."

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna order both," I looked up feeling Sam climb on my back. "What are you doing there, spider monkey?" I asked her when she managed to throw her tiny arms around my neck.

"Beca, a little help?" I asked.

"Sure" Beca walked to us after she finished getting dressed.

"Thanks," I thanked her as I rolled over and sat up. Beca was holding Sam in her arms. She placed her on the bed then gave me her back, "Could you zip me?" she asked.

"Yeah," I climbed off of the bed and zipped her dress quickly then sat on the bed.

I heard Sam mumble so I tilted my head to look at her, "What was that?" I asked as I watched her look at Beca.

"Mama," Sam babbled and reached for Beca to pick her up again.

Both Beca and I looked at each other in shock then looked back at Sam who kept repeating what Sandra and I have been trying to get to say in our video chats. "Mama,"

"No," Beca shook her head. "Sam, no." she turned to me, expecting me to do something. I was too shocked to react sooner. I pulled my phone and quickly looked for a picture of Sandra on my phone.

"This is mama," I gestured at my phone after I sat Sam on my lap.

"Mama," Sam's voice was cracking and before I knew it she started crying over Beca.

"This is insane," Beca stepped back. She was panicking and I didn't blame her.

I tossed my phone on the bed and got up, rocking Sam in my arms. She kept reaching for Beca as her cries turned into sobs.

"Dada is here," I said before placing a kiss on her cheek. I didn't want to put Beca in a bad place, so I decided to leave the room and figure out a way to get Sam to understand that Beca isn't her mother. I had no idea how I was going to do it.

"Wait," Beca called. I turned to her. She ran her fingers through her hair, chewing her lower lip as she walked to us and took Sam from my arms.

"Shh," Beca wiped Sam's cheeks then sighed when Sam rested her head against her chest as she finally started to calm down. Beca kept rocking her in her arms while rubbing her back.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck. Jesse," Beca said when she looked up.

I was about to remind her that she shouldn't curse in front of Sam then I decided not to because, let's just say, I knew her well enough to know that she'd lash out at me if I did.

"I don't know," I honestly didn't. I was as shocked as her.

"Well, your ex-wife won't be happy to hear about this," she wiped Sam's cheeks when she looked up.

"Sammy is just confused," I clenched my hair, thinking of how I was going to fix this.

"Did you figure that on your own?" she asked. Her tone was both sarcastic and slightly annoyed.

"No, Stuart helped out," I replied, removing my hand from my hair to bite my nails.

"Who?" she said in puzzlement.

"My friend. And, he is real," I said in all seriousness, trying to lighten up the mood. Which worked because she smiled in a way that made me feel all tingly inside.

"Your date will be here soon," I said as I took Sam from Beca's arms, confident that she won't start crying again.

"Yeah," she smoothed her dress then bent down reaching for her high heels and giving me a great view of her rack. I knew that I was staring and that she was aware of it but couldn't look away until she glanced up as she wore her heels.

"How do I look?" she asked, straightening up.

I took her hand and spun her around.

She did something to her hair, highlighted some locks in a lighter shade of brown. Her makeup was dark, and so her. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She looked hot. Smoking hot.

"You look classy," I smiled at her, not realizing I had interlocked our fingers until she nodded at our hands. I let go of her hand and stuffed mine in my pocket.

"Not slutty?" she asked.

"You look respectable as fuck," I said, mouthing the last bit.

My words made her grinned, and again, I got all tingly. She held my gaze for a few second before looking away when her phone chimed. I walked to her bed and picked up my own phone, stuffing it in my back pocket.

"Luke is downstairs," Beca informed me.

"Have fun on your date," I deadpanned. She rolled her eyes at my tone as she picked up her purse.

"You can, at least, pretend to be happy for me,"

"You're going out with my nemesis. My nemesis, Beca! I feel betrayed."

She snorted at my words and shook her head as she walked out of the room. "You're such a drama queen,"

"Shut up, traitor," I called out in amusement and followed her out of her room then watched her as she made her way to the front door and chuckled when she flipped me.

"Don't be fooled by his Greek Godlike looks, he could have some weird STD."

"Bye," she threw her head back after unlocking the door, and fucking winked at me. I was pretty sure it made my heart skip a beat.

"Ba-bye," Sammy sniffed as she looked at Beca.

Beca waved at her before closing the door.

Was I sad that it wasn't me that she was going out on a date with?

Yeah, totally. But I'm not selfish. Beca is free to do whatever and whoever she wants. She's my friend, I'm falling for her. But I'm not an angsty teenager. I'm a grown ass man with better things to do that do not include obsessing over what isn't mine.

Beca's pov—

So, I broke my first ground rule twice. I was completely sober and aware of what I was doing, both times.

Jesse has been acting really weird, but it made sense, at least, I think it did. We shared intimacy and it could be confusing sometimes. It confused me. We didn't really talk about it but I'm sure it confused him too.

"Good evening, love," Luke greeted me. Jesse's right, he did have excellent bone structure because his clothes looked like they were made for him.

"Hi," I smiled politely at him as he unlocked the car's door for me. "You look lovely," he complimented, giving me his half smile. I wondered if I'm ever gonna see him actually smile.

"You look great too," I stepped into the vehicle.

On the drive to the restaurant, I found myself wondering about whether or not I made the right call by agreeing to go on this date. I didn't really know Luke. But that's the point of going on dates, right? Getting to know people better?

I honestly rushed into saying yes because of the confusion that sex with Jesse brought to me. I figured that if I went back to dating the chances of 'accidently' hooking up with Jesse again would shrink thus I won't obsess over meaningless things.

I'm confident that I would eventually fuck up our friendship if I keep on sleeping with him. Lust and love are very similar and people often mix them up, I didn't want to do that. I don't want to do that.

I don't want to fall in lust with Jesse. But if I kept on sleeping with him I would. And, that's basically the reason I'm going on a date with Luke.

I'm hoping we'd, at least, have a thing or two in common to talk about over dinner.

"How are your roommate and his daughter?" Luke asked, breaking the silence between us.

"They're good. Jesse's wrist is doing okay, although he did put some pressure on it yesterday and had to wear the wrist brace just to be safe, and Sam's still teething but her cold is cured," I informed him.

"That's good to hear," he nodded.

Mentioning Sam, I found myself going back less than 30 minutes ago when she called me 'mama', I can't quite describe how I felt. It was a mix of panic and shock.

Yeah, I liked her but not as if she were my own. I've never thought of having a child of my own. I can't keep a fucking goldfish alive how am I supposed to raise another human being? Just thought of having kids stresses me out.

Sam is confused and it's understandable, she hasn't seen her mother in months, and I'm around all the time.

I've recently grown to like her, a lot. She has one of the cutest grins I've ever laid eyes on, with the dimples and all, just like her dad… Wait, did I just admit that I think Jesse has a cute grin?

"Here we are," Luke's voice cut my thoughts. "I really hope you like the place," he gave me yet again a lopsided smile.

"Looks fancy," I said, unlocking the door before I stepped out of the car.

As I waited for him to go around the car and joined me and decided to stop thinking about Jesse and enjoy my date with Luke.

It was hard to believe that someone like Luke would go for someone like me. I know I'm alright looking, but who am I kidding the guy looks like he could model.

"C'mon," he gave me his arm and I took it.

"So, what brought you to the US?" I asked to start the conversation right after the waiter placed our order.

"A scholarship," he started to say, "I got a scholarship to study at Harvard. I graduated with an MD from there then got the opportunity to do my residency training here in the city of angles. I finished my residency two years ago and now I'm a practicing doctor."

"So, you've been living in the states for more than a decade?" I asked rhetorically.

"Fourteen years to be exact," Luke sipped from his glass of wine.

I played with the spoon in the soup, trying to find a way to ask him how in the hell is a hot English doctor like him is single.

"What is it?" he asked in amusement.

"What's your flaw?" I looked up. "Because you seemed to be perfect and perfection is fictional,"

"I'm flattered that you think I'm perfect, but I'm far from being perfect,"

"Cite your flaws," I brought the spoon to my mouth.

"Okay." He turned thoughtful, "My recent ex-girlfriend told me that I am and I quote 'in love with my job,'"

"You're a workaholic,"

"Yes," he nodded. "I don't know how to turn it off."

"Well, you save lives so it's understandable," I shrugged.

"No, it's really bad,"

"How?" I asked.

"You have large pupils." He said thoughtfully.

"Is that a bad thing?" I questioned. I didn't understand why my pupils had anything to do with what I previously asked him.

"No. the main reasons pupils dilate are: being a dark room, being under the influence of some drugs cannabis for example, or sexual interest." He smiled knowingly at me.

I arched an eyebrow and decided not to say anything back. I'd question my sexuality if I wasn't sexually interested in him.

"These are the main reasons for having dilated pupils. Some people like yourself just have large ones." He drummed his fingers on the table. "But, it didn't stop me from associating it with nature of your relationship with your roommate the first time I saw you," he explained.

"Huh," I leaned back into my chair. "So you treat everyone like a patient,"

"That I do," he nodded.

"Anything else my body gave away?" I asked.

"Can you show me your gum?" he asked.

"Sorry. My what?" I was puzzled at his request.

"Your gum,"

This date is getting weird.

I shrugged then showed him my lower gum. He leaned in and eyed it.

"Yep, you used to smoke," Luke leaned back into his chair.

"It was a long time ago," I sighed.

"I can tell," he nodded. "But, I'd like to hear a story," he smiled a lopsided smile.

"There isn't much to tell. I was a dumb teenager. I quiet after, like, six months, though, when I realized that pissing my dad off wasn't worth getting lung cancer."

"It isn't just lung cancer," he informed me.

I humorlessly chuckled starting to get where his ex-girlfriend was coming from.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, chuckling himself. "Let's talk about something else… you make music, right?"

"Yeah. I'm a record producer."

"I dated a DJ back when I was in pre-med,"

"I used to DJ,"

"Used to?"

"Yeah, I don't do it anymore." I took a sip from my glass of wine. "I had to focus on my career as a record producer... I had to pick between something I enjoyed doing and my dream job."

"You got your dream job. What's stopping you from DJ-ing?"

"My schedule doesn't allow it." I played with the napkin between my fingers as I eyed his knuckles. "Your tattoos make it hard to believe that you're a doctor,"

"I know," he chuckled. "You should see the rest,"

Oh, there's more. Nice.

"What else do you have inked on your body?" I curiously asked. He removed his blazer and placed over the chair before rolling up his sleeve all the way to his elbows.

I eyed the tattoos on his arms which were a lot. There was a series of music player buttons on one arm, and Chinese numbers like the ones on my back on the other, which surprised me.

"I have something similar to this one tattooed on my back," I pointed at the tattoo. The numbers were 1, 2, and 3, in Chinese they were basically a bunch of lines. Really cool lines. "Cool stuff," I gestured at his arms.

"Thanks. There's more,"

"Where?"

"I'm not going to tell you, you'll see them for yourself." he said huskily.

"I don't think people at the restaurant would appreciate you stripping down." I decided to play the ballbuster. My words made him laugh.

"They most certainly won't," he agreed.

I had more in common with Luke than I thought. We both had similar taste in music, aren't big fans of movies, have tattoos, and these are the ones that are on top my head.

I had fun on my date with Luke. He's a pretty cool guy, well put together and very English. I was never the one to fall for a basic Brit. Just because he has a different accent doesn't automatically make him Mr. Right.

Our date ended early, he got called in for a medical emergency and had to leave. I was cool with it but he wasn't.

"I'm really sorry," Luke apologized for the 4th time.

Yep, I counted.

"Luke, it's cool." I shrugged.

"No," he shook his head. "Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?" he stopped walking when we reached the parking lot.

"Yeah. I live, like, 40 minutes away from the hospital, I'll slow you down." I looked at him. "I'll call a cab,"

"Well, I had a great time," he unlocked his car.

"Me too," I really did. I found myself smiling when he leaned in and held my chin up, kissing me softly.

It was a nice respectful kiss.

"Do you think we can go out another time?" he asked after he pulled away.

"Sure." I nodded. "We'll talk later. Go save lives," I nodded at his car. Luke gave me a curt nod then climbed into his car. I stepped away so that he could get through then watched him as he drove away.

I got home an hour later. Stepping out of the cab, I looked up at our apartment, the lights were still on. I made my way to the elevator and got inside. After pressing the button for our level, I leaned against the wall, thinking of happened in the last 24 hours.

I made my roommate and good friend feel like shit because of a job interview that I told him about.

I slept with the very same person and got very confused for a while.

I got called 'mama' by my roommate's confused daughter. That was pretty strange.

I went out on a date with a very hot English guy and had a good time.

Reaching our level, I stepped out of the elevator and walked to our apartment. When I unlocked the door, I was able to hear the TV.

"Hey," I said as I walked to the couch where Jesse was sitting and playing some video game.

"How was your date?" Jesse asked me, his eyes were on the game.

"Fun," I leaned against the couch as I kicked my heels off. "Luke had to leave early because of a medical emergency," I rested my legs on the coffee table and eyed the screen, he was playing Halo 2.

"Wanna play?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

He paused the game and reached for the other controller, throwing it my way.

"I'm gonna get a beer, want me to get you anything?" Jesse asked.

He was smiling but it wasn't reaching his eyes.

"No," I shook my head, "I'm gonna go change and remove all this." I gestured to my face as I got up.

"Okay," He started to walk to the kitchen.

He was fine when I left earlier and now he didn't look fine.

"How's your wrist?" I asked when I returned to the living area after changing into a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and got rid of my makeup.

"Still hurts a little," Jesse answered.

I figured his facial expression and tone were linked to the pain his wrist caused him.

"Let's kick some asses," He cracked his neck as I sat next to him.

"Yeah," I said in fake in enthusiasm and watched him load the game. "How does this work again?" I asked after a beat.

"Just push all buttons at once," he replied.

"Cool," I nodded.

AN: Do you guys think I should use pov's more often?

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