Hello there! Sorry for the long wait. Like I said, I have a somewhat crazy life. Two jobs, boyfriend, etc. Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter. It's cute, then...sensual (warning: smut/lemon!..well, kind of) and then heavy. but it ends in a nice way so enjoy and pleeease review.

"Hi…Jared," I said uncertainly. What was this man doing at my door?

"How are you doing today?" Jared asked me, staring at me as if I was the most interesting person in the world.

"I'm…good?" I replied, "Um, Jared? Why are you here?"

"Well, I realized how weird last night must have seemed to you," Jared said, looking at the ground, "And I really can't explain what happened. But I did want to apologize."

"Don't worry about it," I replied, "It's not the big of a deal."

"Cool," he said, smiling. God, his smile was beautiful. "Anyways…I guess that this might seem weird, but I was wondering, would you maybe want to go catch a movie and go out to eat tonight?" My heart fluttered. Normally, I wouldn't say yes to this type of proposal. I tried to avoid guys at all costs and I liked to think that I was more aware of guys' intentions than most girls. But something about Jared…some part of me was drawn to him. And I had no choice but to say yes. There was no other option.

"I would love that, Jared," I said, smiling, "What time works for you?"

"Can I pick you up at 7?" he asked nervously, but with that adorable smile still plastered on his face.

"Of course," I replied, "I'll be ready at 7."

After Jared left, I let out a small squeal, which surprised me. I didn't even know that I was drawn to this guy. I mean, yeah, I had thought about him all day, but still. Why was I so excited? Instead of dwelling on it, I decided to start getting ready. It was almost 4, but I wanted plenty of time to achieve that "I look like I'm not trying hard but I am" look. I decided to loosely curl my hair and put on a little bit of makeup. For clothes, I decided on a flowy grey shirt with black jeans. Simple yet flattering, as I liked to think. I paired that with brown boots and a black scarf. Just as I finished tying the scarf, I heard a knock at the door. Again, my heart fluttered. I knew that I couldn't have a thing for Jared…I mean, it had only been, what, a day since I'd moved in? But I still felt something for him. Something….strong. I opened the door, finding Jared standing there looking very…dapper. He had on dark jeans and a black button down shirts. His hair was a little wet and hanging down in his eyes. Speaking of his eyes…they were scanning my body, and when they met mine, the hungry look in them took me by surprise.

"Kim, you look beautiful," he told me, never breaking his stare from mine.

"T-thank you," I replied, "You look pretty handsome yourself." He smiled at that.

"Well, should we get going? I figured that we could do dinner first and then catch a movie after?"

"Sounds good to me," I replied. We left my house and he walked me over to his car, holding the door open for me and everything. He was obviously nervous, which made him even cuter.

Our date that night was wonderful. Dinner was amazing, and the movie was great as well. But the entire night, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen when we got home. Would we go to our separate apartments? Or would we just stay in one? When we pulled into the parking lot, I looked at Jared out of the corner of my eye, to see what he would do, only to find him staring at me. He wanted me to make the decision? Fine.

"Do you want to come over to my place?" I asked, "I don't have much in the way of food or entertainment, but I'm sure we can figure something out…"

"Yeah," Jared said, "I'd love to." We got out of the car and he grabbed my hand as we walked towards my place. He'd been holding my hand all night and I can't say that I objected. I wanted to be close to him, and it seemed that there was some sort of pain in my heart whenever he wasn't near me. I had decided not to dwell on it, since I didn't really want to address my feelings for Jared just yet. I opened the door for us and let him inside the house, giving him a quick tour. We went back into the living room, sat down on the couch, and talked for a while. After an hour or so had passed, I went to go to the bathroom. When I was done, I went back into the living room and found Jared laying down on the couch. I walked up next to him, and asked, "Comfortable?"

"Hmm…" he said, smirking. Next thing I knew he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down so that I was on top of him. "Now I am," he said.

"Oh, I bet you are," I replied, winking. I brushed my hair out of my face and looked down at him. He was looking at me intently, as if he was waiting to see what I was going to do. To answer him, I simply winked, then leaned down and kissed him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me down to him, moaning when I opened my mouth so that he could play around with his tongue. I pulled away, internally laughing at the sad look on his face. Without saying anything, I turned around, walked into the bedroom, and lay down on my bed. I heard him get off of the couch and follow me into my room. He seemed to study me for a second, but before he could do anything I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him on top of me. We made out for a while, rolling around on the bed, getting all tangled up in each other. I ripped off his shirt and spent a few seconds admiring his toned abs. He started to pull up my shirt, and spent time kissing all of my exposed skin. Once he got my shirt off, he started playing with my bra, pushing my boobs up and kissing them. I lifted my torso off of the bed a little so that he could undo my bra, and when he got it off he just stared at me for a second.

"Holy shit…." He mumbled, "Your boobs…" Now, I'll admit that my boobs are pretty damn good looking. They aren't huge, but they aren't small, either. I simply looked up at him and whispered, "Come and get it…" He bent down and started kissing my boobs, licking them, giving them all kinds of attention. I squirmed and moaned, loving the feeling of my boobs being touched. He then kissed his way down my body and took off my pants, leaving me in just my underwear. He started kissing me through my underwear, making me moan even more.

"You like that, don't you?" he said, looking up at me. I couldn't answer him; I just nodded my head. He kissed his way back up my body and looked me in the eyes. "Kim…do you want me to go any further? Because we can stop."

"I-I don't know," I replied shakily, "I want to but I've never gone this far before. I mean, I want you. Like, REALLY want you. But…we just met."

"Hey, Kim, I understand," Jared replied, "It's fine. We can wait." He moved so that he was sitting next to me and put his arm around me. "Listen, Kim. I know, like you said, we just met. But…I have feelings for you. I really like you." After he said that, he looked down, almost as if he was…shy.

"Jared, I…I know that this probably seems weird, but I have feelings for you too. I mean, I moved here yesterday. Yesterday, for goodness sake. But I feel as if I've lived here forever when I'm with you. Like…this is where I belong." At that, he looked up at me and smiled.

"I can't ask you to be anything more right now," he replied, "But will you at least consider dating me? We can take it slow, I promise."

"I would like that," I replied, "I really would." I leaned over and kissed him, keeping it short and sweet. Now, I know that this isn't how a normal relationship works. But…anything with Jared seemed the right choice.

"So, Kimberley Connweller, tell me about yourself," Jared said, smiling, "I want to know all there is to know about you."

"Well, I moved here yesterday," I said, smiling, "From Monterey…you know, California."

"Oh, really, because I had no idea where Monterey was!" Jared said, mocking me. I jokingly smacked him on the arm, and was surprised that it hurt me instead of the other way around.

"Whatever, smartass," I said, laughing, "I lived there with my parents, but I had spent a few summers up here with my aunt Kenna. At some point, I decided that living up here seemed like a better idea than living in Monterey. I only had one really good friend there, and I wasn't close with my parents. So basically, I had nothing holding me there. Ever since I was little, I knew that I wouldn't spend more time there than I needed to. I did a year of community college, but decided that that was not what I wanted to do with my life. So, with the help of my Aunt Kenna, and no help from my parents, I moved here."

"So I take it that your parents weren't very supportive?" He asked.

"My parents weren't good parents," I replied, "They always seemed to care more about themselves. I basically grew up alone, I had to learn how to take care of myself at an early age."

"Why would they let that happen to you?" He asked, looking shocked.

"My mom liked her alcohol. And my dad liked his women," I said, looking down. I rarely talked about this part of my life. "My mom knows that my dad cheated on her for most of their marriage, but she never wanted to leave him. Kenna said that it was because of me but I think that my mom hoped that he would change someday."

"And did he?" Jared asked quietly.

"No. No, he didn't. He still has his mistresses, and my mom still acts as though nothing is happening."

"Did they ever fight?" he asked me.

"Oh yeah, all of the time," I replied, "They would fight, and then bring me into it. Next thing I knew, we would all be yelling at each other. It was horrible. I was very angry growing up. I had all of this pent up aggression and had nowhere to direct it. I got in a few fights in high school, and whenever my mom would find out, she'd just blame my dad, and vice versa. I got tired of the constant negativity. And being away from them…being here…it's already done wonders for me. I feel peaceful. Happy, even."

"Kim…I wish I knew how to respond to that," Jared murmured, "I mean, all I really can say is that you didn't deserve that. And I hope that you never have to go through anything like that again. And I can promise you that your life will not turn out like theirs."

"I wish that there was a way that I could be sure of it," I replied, "I mean, the reason why I never dated anyone in high school was because I was afraid of relationships. After seeing my parents, I didn't have much hope."

"But do you now?" He asked hopefully.

"I…I think I do."