*Puck's POV*

I must get Sabrina to take me back. I know I don't deserve it, just like she didn't deserve to be cheated on. I have to find...a present. A present so great, that she won't be able to deny me! She knows she wants me! Or...maybe she doesn't. If she doesn't already know the truth, then I need to tell her right now.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found "The Love of my Life xoxo." That was the one contact on my phone that Sabrina didn't change to "Puck is a dork." She had left it the way it was. I sighed. I really love her and I need to get her back!

With that, I pressed the phone icon under her name.

*Sabrina's POV*

"Why, thank you, Bradley. And please, please, PLEASE, just call me Sabrina. Puck and I aren't even-"

My phone rang loudly, cutting me off.

"Heeyyyyyyy, sexy lady! Op, op, op, op, oppa Gangnam Style!"

I groaned. Puck freekin changed my ringtone AGAIN! I reluctantly excused myself from Bradley to take this call. I was really enjoying his company. He assured me he would wait for me until I was off the phone.

I didn't bother to look down at the caller ID, because I was expecting a call from one of my Everafter clients in need of legal help. This time, it was Little Bo Peep. The federal government was laying claim to her sheep ranch in upstate New York.

I answered it.

"Sabrina Grimm, Everafter lawyer."

"Sabrina, it's me! Listen, I-"

It was Puck! Time to let him have it.

"I don't wanna hear it, fairy boy! I know you cheated on me at that party! Why else wouldn't you come home, huh? How could you do this to me?! Is it because I'm not pretty enough?! Tell me I'm wrong!"

Tears flushed down my face for the third time. This has got to be a new record. I managed a watery smile as Bradley hurried to put his arms around me.

"I...Sabrina...I can't tell you that you're wrong because...you're right. I cheated on you. I'm so sorry, Sabrina. I was drunk. I still love you! And dont ever think that I left you because you're not pretty! You're beauti-"

I hung up and cried into Bradley's chest. His hands slid down to my waist hesitantly, and warm tingles ran up my spine. I wanted to melt into him and not deal with Puck anymore. I hung up on him and sunk deeper into Bradley.

"C'mon," he said quietly. "I open up my home to you, my queen."

This time I didn't object to him calling me by my royal name. Instead I let him take me outside, abandoning our coffees, and two blocks away until we got to an apartment building that looked exactly like all the rest in the city.

"I'm one of the few faerie who don't actually live inside the statue," Bradley explained, referring to the Hans Christian Anderson statue in Central Park.

I nodded as he held open the door for me. Puck never held open doors for me.

When Bradley unlocked the door to his apartment, I stepped in after him and looked around. The space was mostly bare, save for a few plain pieces of furniture. It looked lonely.

"Do you live alone?" I asked suddenly, after plopping myself next to him on the couch.

"Yes, m'lady...I uh...I was wondering...if you'd be so kind...to, uh...if I'm not being to forward, your maj-...er, Sabrina. Would you be willing to go on an um...outing...with ...me?"

Oh my gosh. Is Bradley asking me out? What about Puck? HMPH...you know what?! I'm over Puck! We're through!

"Uh, like a date? Sure, I'd love to!"

"R-r-really? I didn't expect you to-"

"Ha!" I exclaimed loudly, surprising myself. "What happened to the forward but charming guy who approached me when I was crying on the bench!"

"That was before I knew who you were! You're out of my league!" Bradley joked.

I moved to playfully hit him on the shoulder, but Bradley caught my wrists in his hands and pinned me down on the couch, so that he was laying on top of me. Oh my gosh. Is this happening? Bradley closed his eyes and tilted his head towards mine. It IS. I gladly accepted the kiss, and when I kissed back, Bradley took that as a signal and became rougher and more passionate. His hands came to rest at my hips and mine cupped the back of his head and neck.

After a while of kissing (that's all we did, of course), we fell asleep on the couch.