A/N:

Since I have tons of time to write this, my goal is to make it at least 2.5k words.

I don't really have much more to say…

Disclaimer: All rights go to the lovely and talented Veronica Roth.

"Oh, shit!' I say out loud. I totally forgot about her party! Christina is going to absolutely murder me!

"Well, it's too late now…" Christina trails off, "but I'll have to reorganize another party so you and your new boyfriend can join us." I can positively hear the smirk in her voice.

"So you're not angry with me?" I ask, holding in a breath. I wait anxiously for her response.

"Of course not," she responds. I let out my breath.

"I'll be sure to make the next party-type-thing you have. Promise." With that explained, I hang the phone up.

"Who was it?" Tobias asks. I place my cell phone on the coffee table. He slips his arm around my shoulders, and I lean into his embrace. I feel safe; like nothing can ever hurt me.

"It was Christina. She was calling about her party and how I wasn't there. It completely left my train of thought."

"Damn. Was she upset? She seems like the type of person that would flip out and cry and all that other girly shit."

I laugh.

"Nah, apparently she didn't care all that much," I respond. My fingers automatically find their way to the frame of his glasses again.

I think I am obsessed with them.

He seems to read my mind and says, "You really like my glasses, don't you?" I shrug.

"They just fit you perfectly…" I sit on his lap, one leg on either side of him, and press my forehead against his. "They make you… I don't know… you."

"Well without you, I would not have even started wearing these damn things again, so you can thank yourself," he says. He wraps his arms around my back, one of his hands pressing against my neck. He softly brings my mouth to his. His lips are gently and smooth, and my own lips seem to fit perfectly into his. I rest my elbows on his shoulders and lightly play with his hair.

It's a slow and passionate kiss, but I can feel the meaning behind the movement of his lips against my own.

Our kiss is interrupted when I hear the front door open.

"Beatrice, I'm ba-" The voice cuts short. I recognize it as Caleb's.

Just great.

I hear his sharp intake of a breath, and something that sounds like a book hit the tile floor.

I quickly pull away from Tobias and scramble to take my place across from him on the couch. I clear my throat and try to act and sound somewhat nonchalant.

"Hey, Caleb," I say calmly. I can hear Tobias suppress a laugh. I shoot him a harsh glare.

"I walk in to find you making out with some boy on the couch, and all you have to say to meet is 'Hey, Caleb'?" he almost yells at me. I'm used to his sudden outbursts by this point in my life. And I'm only seventeen.

"Well, what do you want me to say? That I'm pregnant or something? I think a simple 'Hey' sounds better than that," I defend myself. Tobias cracks up laughing, and I find myself ending up doing the same.

"Who is this?" Caleb asks, pointing an index finger towards Tobias.

"Four." Tobias answers for himself. I almost forgot that he still goes by that nickname with other people.

I also forgot that Caleb knows that I gave him that nickname.

He knows it's Tobias.

Shit.

I look up and see Caleb's eyes almost popping out of their sockets. That must be painful.

"Tobias?!" he says. Tobias looks up.

"'Sup…?"

"You were kissing my sister? But…you hurt her! Did you just expect for her to instantly forgive you after you did 'It' with her?" Caleb turns to me. "How could you be so stupid, Beatrice?"

I glance at Tobias and try to figure out how I should respond. I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that.

"I gave him another chance for a reason," I say. I don't think I've ever heard my voice sound this timid. I usually speak with a lot of overconfidence. "I realized, I guess, I liked him. More than a friend. Now if you have a problem, Caleb, you can leave."

After I speak the last words of the sentence, Caleb storms upstairs, and I can hear his door slam shut.

Talk about a temper.

"Well that was awkward," Tobias speaks up. I nod. "What do you want to do now?" he asks. I shrug. I'm sort of at a lost for words. "Since it's Friday, you could, uh, maybe, spend the night at my place…? You know, with Caleb being a bitch and all," he says, almost nervously.

I look up at him for a minute.

I'm definitely not ready to do it with him, if that's what he is implying that we do. I just started dating him, like, what? Yesterday? Yeah, definitely not ready for that.

But I guess just staying overnight wouldn't hurt anybody.

And I trust him to not do anything with me until I am one hundred percent on board with it.

I realize he is still waiting for an answer. I take his hand in mine and reply with a strong and sure, "Okay."

After I pack a small tote bag with my essential needs, Tobias and I drive to his house in his car.

"There's. Nothing. On. The. Freaking. Radio!" I complain to him while turning the knob to scan the different radio stations.

"The radio nowadays plays absolute shit," Tobias agrees. I nod my head. I turn the radio off.

"The radio sucks," I say. He nods and pulls into his driveway. I haven't been to his house in…ages. Tobias opens his door and rushes over to open the passenger seat door for me. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What?" he questions me. "I'm just being polite to my wonderful girlfriend. If it's not working for you, I can easily stop." He lends me his hand, and I unquestioningly take it.

"No, no. I'm not complaining, don't worry. It's just that I can open my own door. " I smile at him. He somewhat playfully rolls his eyes.

We walk up to his front door, and he opens it without using so much as a key.

"You don't lock your door?" I ask.

"No reason to," he says. "There's really nothing that I would mind being stolen." I shrug as response.

"Well, what do you want to do now?" I ask him. I feel as if I am bombarding him ridiculous questions, and I sort of am. I can tell that he ponders this question for a moment.

He finally asks me, "What time is it?" I take out my cell phone and show him the time: nine thirty-two. He nods. "We already watched, like, two, three movies, so I don't suppose that either of us want to watch any more." I shake my head. "Well, what do you want to do?" he asks me. I shrug my shoulders. "You're no help, you know that?" He smiles and slings an arm over my shoulders. He pulls me into his side and I take notice of his scent: something strong - his cologne, probably -, something almost sweet, and something distinctively male.

I think I like it.

"You smell good," I say absentmindedly. "Oh, shit, I said that out loud." He lets out a laugh that sounds deeper than it usually is. Probably because I'm stuffed into the side of his body. He puts his face into my hair. I can feel him inhaling and then exhaling.

"You smell good, too," he says. "There. We're even." This time, I laugh. He casually leads me over to the couch, and we sit down together. I lean into his side even more.

"Yeah, okay, we're even," I say, laughing. He swiftly pulls me onto his lap, and he gently kisses my neck. Oh shit, damn, hell…it feels so… good, relaxing…and it's turning me on. I grab his arms and wrap them tighter around my petite waist. He stops kissing my neck, and I almost groan in protest. He turns me around in his lap to face him. I take the initiative, and kiss him hard on the lips. I don't break the kiss when I smoothly remove his glasses and set them beside us. I don't feel like getting poked in the eye by them. He cups my face in his hands and pushes the kiss deeper. I can feel my lips separating against the pressure. I almost moan in contentment. I wrap my arms around his neck and try to glide his head closer; but there is no closer. I wish there were. I wish I could remove everything that comes between us, but I am not ready for that, and I don't think that Tobias is, either. I reluctantly break our kiss and press my forehead against his.

"Maybe we should go to bed," he whispers. His breath tickles on my lips, and I want nothing but to attach my lips to his again.

"Do you want to…or…" I start to say. I hope he knows what I'm trying to say.

Do you want to share the same bed?

I can feel his face redden against my forehead, and without even looking at him, I know he's blushing. Madly. The heat radiates off of him.

"I - uh, I'm not suggesting we do anything. Just asking if you want to," I clarify. He nods.

"If you want to," he barely chokes out. He must be as nervous about this as I am.

"I want to."

After getting changed and doing our own nighttime rituals, we both climb into his double sized bed. I have to admit that it is legit the perfect size for both of us.

He sets his glasses that he grabbed from the couch on the nightstand. I turn on my side to face him, and he does the same.

"Hey," I whisper. He smiles.

"Hey, babe."

"Babe? Since when do you - badass Four - call anyone 'babe'?" I joke. He smirks.

"Since now." He presses his lips to mine. The kiss quickly becomes heated and intense. I wrap a leg around his waist, and he secures a hand to the small of my back. I want to do this with him, I want to. I want to go farther. But I can't. We can't. It would be wrong, considering that we just started dating yesterday. He slips his hand under my shirt and explores my bare back. I shiver under his touch. He starts to kiss my neck, and I involuntarily moan. He pulls away.

"Good night, my dear," Tobias says, brushing my hair - now slightly slick with sweat - out of my face.

"Good night, darling," I say, mocking him.

We both fall into a deep sleep.

The best sleep I've had in…forever.

A/N:

Not sure how long that was… oh well!

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