As I ride on the back of Bain's motorcycle, my hands gently pressed against his blessed abs, I try to process what the heck just happened.

And I still have no idea.

Except the fact that you liked it....

Shut up.

I'm surprised when we approach the front drive way of my house. "What are we doing here?" I ask.

"Is anyone home?" Bain asks eyeing my house carefully not having taken his helmet off yet. I take my cellphone out of my cross chest bag and look at the time.

My parents aren't home until five and my brother is staying over at a friend's house for the night.

"No." I answer Bain and he pulls up onto my driveway and turns the motorbike off dropping the keys into his pocket. "Let's get inside before anyone sees us." He grunts getting off his bike and I hesitantly take my house keys out of my bag while getting off Bain's bike.

Bain follows me while I approach my front door and I play around with my keys pretending to find the right one stalling for time.

Is this really such a good idea? Bain White in my house? With me? Alone?

Multiple rooms available....

Nothing good can come out of this.

Are you kidding me? Get your mind out of the gutters. Bain and you will not be getting tangled up between the sheets. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

My inner self scolds me and I realize that she's er- I mean I'm right. How can I even think like that?

Bain's growl of frustration brings me back to reality and grabs my key ring from my hand picking the right one and unlocking my front door.

"Taking so damn long to get into your own house, ridiculous." He grunts and walks into the house taking off his shoes against the wall and throwing his leather jacket onto the bench.

"Please make yourself at home." I whisper to no one and sigh putting his shoes in a cubbie nicely and hang his jacket up on a rack.

Bain sighs and stretches rolling his head rubbing the back of his neck walking in to my kitchen and opens my fridge.

"Aye, Kitten you got anything good to eat?" He bends over to get a better look inside the fridge and before I could reply I hear him mumble quietly, "Besides the obvious, but you wouldn't strip to let me have it."

My eyes widen in realization of what he just said and I gasp. Bain looks at me and chuckles at my reaction.

"Pig." I mumble and he shrugs and starts rummaging through the things in my fridge and I sigh.

"Excuse me? Have you forgotten whose house this is?" I ask and push him to the side grabbing a liter of Cherry Coke.

Bain rolls his eyes, "Have you never heard the expression 'Mi casa es su casa'?" I chuckle and pass him to get cups out of the cabinet.

"Yes, but I didn't know you spoke Spanish?" I poured our drinks like if I was maid in my own home. Well, with immature Bain it'd be more like baby sitting.

I smile at that thought.

Bain shrugs and bends again to look in the fridge in search of food, "Not really. I'm Italian and Italian and Spanish are close enough."

Oh Italy why must your finest creation be such a psychotic jerk?

I feel sometimes like my thoughts concerning Bain is like a mixture of fire and ice.

The ice because he's a complete jerk, immature, rude and well so on and so on.

And the fire... well, just look at him.

For a second I do just that and take a moment to look at Bain as he stands straight now and reaching up slightly for something, not very much because he's so tall, and his shirt hikes up just enough to expose his tan skin with the perfect outline of his abdominal muscles. His joggers hang slightly low on his hips his V line on full display along with his happy trail leading down and disappearing beneath the elastic ban of his Calvin Klein boxers.

I can't lie.... The man is just so delicious. "Yes," I bite my lip thinking out loud.

Bain's head whips toward me and he raises an eyebrow, "Yes what?"

Oh crap...

"Oh um," I clear my throat my cheeks heating up, "Nothing I was just thinking about," Your delicious body, "and what I could make to eat." Besides you.....

Bain stares at me with an eyebrow raised like I'm crazy and says, "Alright then. I'm just going to sit in the living room and watch T.V." I watch Bain's retreating back go towards the living room and sit on the couch his feet propped on the leather circle coffee table we have and turns on our big flat screen t.v.

I take a deep breathe and try to regain the brain cells I lost staring mindlessly at Bain's body and focus on making him and I salami sandwiches with cheese and mayonnaise. I put them on plates with some sour cream chips on the side and I carry it out to Bain in the living room. I hand him his plate and he takes it mindlessly while staring at the t.v and I sit down on the couch next to Bain with space in between us and i prop my feet up popping a chip in my mouth.

I look at the T.V when suddenly a heavy make out scene comes on t.v. I blush and look down at my food feeling shy and embarrassed and I look at Bain to see his face totally blank as if this scene had no affect at him at all. I look back at the screen and there is too much happening that I look back down at my plate and suddenly I hear Bain chuckle.

"Why you blushing, Kitten?"

I roll my eyes and gesture to the t.v "How does this not affect you at all?"

Bain smirks, "Because I've done much more than that before."

Dear god.

Bain smirks at me and lifts his arm to the back of my side of the couch and leans a little bit closer to where I can feel his minty breath against my ear and my heart starts to beat faster."You wouldn't believe the things I can do with just my mouth, Kitten." His jaw clenches and I felt this strange feeling I've never felt before right in between my hips...

He smirks takes my earlobe in between his teeth biting and a shiver erupts across my body. "Ti piace che non ti, gattino?" you like that don't you, kitten?

I think my ovaries just exploded.

Bain licks his lips and smirks and takes his arm away and stares at the t.v again changing the channel. "Too bad you'll never know, huh?"

Right because I'm not your type....

I shouldn't be disappointing. He always said from the beginning I wasn't his type. He'd never be attracted to me. Suddenly I feel insecure and look down at my outfit. I almost say that I'm going to go upstairs so I can change into something more better, but I don't want him to think that I care what he thinks about me.

Even if I do.

I sigh and when we both finish our sandwiches while watching the Sci-Fi channel and I pick up our trash.

"So, I know I'm an amazing cook and all, but I know we came here for more than just lunch. Why are we here?" I ask him and he nods.

"We're here to make a plan on how we're going to stop Kathy from telling lies about the fake pregnancy." I nod and cross my arms leaning against the counter.

"I can't believe she's crazy enough to even say something like that."

"She is crazy." he says.

"Then why did you sleep with her?" I exclaim and he sighs and bites his lip as if re-living the memory , "Ugh, she was so flexible." I hold up my hand signaling him to stop and close my eyes in disgust.

"Stop. Just stop." Bain chuckles.

"What's the plan?" I sigh and Bain runs a hand through his blonde hair.

"Hell if i know."

I raise an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to be Bain White? The man with the plan?" He glares at me and I smirk.

"Shut up. I have to think of a really good plan, you know a way to go in and be able to show her that i'm not someone she wan'ts to mess with."

I tilt my head and think of saying something not knowing if it's a good idea or not.

"I might have a plan. " I say and Bain raises an eyebrow. "Alright. Lay it on me."

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"Hey Trip, it's me Ash," I say and Bain smirks, "Can i ask for a huge favor?"

It's about to go down.

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