When Josh finally left it was pretty much time for dinner.

Part of me just wanted to stay in Blake's arm until I died or something melodramatic like that, but another part of me, a much more reasonable one realized I had to get back home.

I had spent the night over at Blake's and I still hadn't been home all day long, and with all the moping around I had been doing I knew my father and brother were worried about me.

And anyway I was Blake's girlfriend now. I could pretty much resume the cuddling and kissing whenever I wanted. And even though I wanted to resume it the minute Josh left us alone, I also knew it be wiser not to. Plus, there was also the possibility of Kendal suddenly appearing again, because from what I understood she wasn't gone yet, so that was an encounter I could live without.

Luckily, Blake wasn't that keen on having me leave him right away, plus the whole not-having-any-means-of-transportation-to-get-back-home thing sort of meant he had to drive me home if I wanted to get there without walking.

"I don't want to let you go just yet" Blake pouted when he parked in front of my house.

I snorted. "Oh you're not leaving."

"I'm not?" A dazzling smile was on his face now.

"You're not," I answered and got out of the car. Blake followed suit, wrapping his hand around mine.

When I opened the door to get in, I was immediately face to face with Tyler. "You two are really going out together right?"

Well, hello, I'm fine, how are you? Greetings, ever heard of that?

"Yep," I answered, pulling Blake in the house and closing the door behind him.

"Damn it," my brother groaned, while dad walked out of the kitchen and towards us.

"In your face Tyler, in your face," he chanted, pointing at him. My father, the three year old.

"Hmm, dad, we have company," I informed him, pointing to Blake.

"So it seems," he said, all omniscient and then started back right at Tyler and pointed at him "HA!"

I turned to look at Blake and made a face. "Sorry about that."

"So, are you coming here to ask for my daughter's hand in marriage or you just wanted to render her senselessly drunk again to take advantage of her," dad suddenly asked. I almost chocked on my saliva.

Blake looked at me, his eyes bulging, like he seriously looked shocked. Truthfully, he looked like a deer frozen in front of a car headlight. I had a hard time settling between bursting with laughter because of his expression or reprimanding my father for being mean.

"I'm sorry I didn't... I'm not sure... I mean... I..." Blake opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something but not sure what to settle with. I had never seen Blake look for his words like that.

Dad shrugged. "It's fine, it's fine, if you'd rather live in sin who am I to judge." That one shocked Blake even more.

And that was out of line. "Dad," I groaned.

And of course my father burst laughing. "This is why I love having a daughter! I can't pull that kind of stunt with one of his girlfriends," he explained gesturing where Tyler had gone and he seemed like he wanted to roll his eyes at that comment. "Keep that one around for a while, I like his reactions."

I narrowed my eyes at my father "Sure thing dad."

He raised his hand beside him, in a peace gesture. "Don't look at me like that kid. Let your old man have some fun, I can never do that kind of thing around here."

"You mean terrorizing my boyfriend?" The word still felt trilling coming out of my lips. It warmed my chest.

"That's exactly what I mean." He turned and headed back to the kitchen "Come on, dinner's almost ready."

I looked at Blake. "Had any plans tonight?"

"No..." he frowned. "I liked your father better when we weren't going out together."

I chuckled. "Sorry, can't be all rainbows and puppies"

"Darn it." He shook his head but smiled at me nonetheless. I wanted to kiss him. And I could. So I did.

"Come on," I said, after pulling back, and grabbed his hand towing him with me in the kitchen.

Though when we reached it, I realized I was well, still in the dress I had worn for Blake's party so I left Blake with my brother and father and I ran upstairs to quickly change into comfy jeans and a t-shirt.

I was basically dancing around my room with joy. I mean, life could hardly get any better for me at this point.

When I got in the kitchen, Blake was sitting on a stool, beside Tyler while dad cooked and they all talked.

I went to stand behind Blake and wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing him at the base of his neck on the back. Why did he have to smell so good?

I also took advantage of this to slip my hand under his shirt and feel his abs.

Seriously, how lucky was I? My boyfriend was hot.

I had a thrilling sensation thinking that, because I realized that that boy was all mine!

I kissed his neck again.

"None of that at the dinning table you two lovebirds," dad suddenly said, pointing at us sternly.

I laughed. "Technically this is the counter dad."

He rolled his eyes. "Same thing to me"

I laughed again while Blake turned a bit and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me on his lap. I sat on one of his leg and he kept his arms wrapped around me, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

Dad didn't say anything about that so I was definitely enjoying myself.

"So, what are we talking about," I asked cheerfully.

"My apparent lack of skills on the field lately," Blake answered.

"He could have played a way better game on the other day," dad pitched in.

Blake brushed his chin, left and right, left and right on my shoulder. "I had my mind elsewhere preoccupied."

We hadn't been talking... I never wanted that to ever, ever happen again.

"Not a good enough reason son. You shouldn't make us look stupid to the other playing team because you have lady problems."

"Dad," I groaned. That was mean.

At least Blake was laughing. He kissed my shoulder. "Don't worry Pumpkin, he's right."

"But he's mean," I said in a whiny voice.

"And he's right here," dad exclaimed.

That made everyone laugh.

When dad was finally done cooking, we all sat around the counter, sadly me on my own stool.

It was a nice dinner. My father and Blake pretty much yapped together the entire time. Dad was explaining to him the newest idea he had for... well I don't know if it was tractor or a lawnmower or maybe both but Blake seemed to understand what he was talking about, and he was actually answering things that sounded actually logic so dad was practically jumping up and down on his seat. He wasn't use to having someone around that actually understood what he was going on and on about.

Tyler seemed in a good mood too, teasing them and me.

Sitting there, watching them, I realized I wanted things to always be this way. Everyone was smiling and happy. It made my heart swell with happiness.

When dinner was over, dad went to his study to work, Tyler ran straight to his room because apparently he needed to play COD right this instant. And Blake and I went in the living room to watch TV.

We weren't watching anything in particular; I just enjoyed cuddling beside him while he ran his fingers through my hair. And basically, I just didn't want him to leave me just yet.

As a matter of fact, I didn't want him to leave, at all.

Could he stay over? Dad usually seemed okay with me sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night to go see him... Would he freak if I just kept him over?

I played with the idea in my mind for a while. And when the time for Blake to go back home was almost there, I told him I had to go talk with my dad and pretty much ran upstairs. I didn't tell him why though because if dad said no, I didn't want to get his hopes up for nothing.

Luckily, dad hadn't gone to sleep yet. I wanted Blake to stay but I wouldn't have him staying if dad didn't want to.

I knocked on the door and walked in. "Hmm... dad?"

I took him maybe fifteen seconds to answer, raising his head from his paperwork. "Yes?"

He was smiling. Alright, good.

"Can..." Breathe Lexi, you can do this, "can Blake stay over?"

Dad was silent again, and just looked at me, his expression unreadable. I had a hard time not twitching on the spot.

"So you can commit fornication," he finally asked and I almost had a heart attack.

I mean, what the hell?

"What?! NO!"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Please kid, I wasn't born yesterday."

"And I'm not committing fornication!" Seriously that sounded weird saying that. But it was the truth. Like I was going to do it my first time with my brother and father sleeping close by.

"Well I definitely hope you aren't committing fornication now." He made a face and I tried not glaring at him. "But later, of course you will."

"But definitely not in a house filled with people, in my room, when anyone could just barge in at any moment." There. That ought to shut him up.

"True, you're smarter than your brother on that..." He had a wicked smile.

What had I done to have a father like that?

"Yes. And nothing will happen. Promise." I put my hand on my heart for emphasis. "I just don't want him to go away just yet." My voice lowered. "I missed him."

And it was the truth. That whole week without him had been painful, that simple. And even if I knew I'd seen him soon, I didn't want to lose him just yet.

"Ugh, kid I hate when you use those eyes on me." He sighed. "Fine, your pretty boy can stay, but remember, I'm always watching... like a shark."

"Oh god," I groaned, "again with the shark thing."

My father grinned widely. "It's proven efficient so far."

I shook my head. "Sometimes dad, I really worry about you."

Dad just kept smiling at me. "Good night kid."

I sighed but smiled too. "Nigh dad"

"So what's up," Blake asked, when I walked back in the living room, his eyes diverting from the television.

"Are you tired... oh why am I even asking, of course you're not, you're a crazy vampire boy that doesn't need sleep."

He smirked. "I wondered how long it would take you to figure it out."

I rolled my eyes "Idiot. Anyway, I'm tired"

He pouted "Want me to go away so soon?"

"No, I want you to drag that cute butt of yours upstairs and cuddle. Any piece of clothing of yours I have left pretty much doesn't smell like you anymore so I figured having the real thing will do the trick."

Blake looked at me shocked. He seemed to be shocked a lot today. I was enjoying it a bit to be honest.

I smirked at him but offered my hand. "Come on, I'm not waiting all night for you."

I didn't need to ask him twice.

The action of actually going to bed with Blake definitely felt odd but so right at the same time. After all, yes I had many times slept, actually slept with Blake, but most of the time it wasn't something I had planned. I'd just fallen asleep or was too drunk to realize what was happening, or it wasn't actually night but just a nap or something, either way, never had we actually did anything close to a bedtime routine before going to bed together.

So that's how I learned a few more things about Blake.

For one thing, just like me, Blake showered before going to bed. The explanation I got for that was that most of the time he went running or training before going to sleep, to actually feel exhausted, so the shower was an habit, because he showered in the morning too—could someone say neat freak?

Also, Blake had no shame using my toothbrush. It was a good thing I wasn't a germ freak. Either way in my head kissing and sharing a toothbrush were pretty much equal.

I also found a use for a pair of sweatpants I had bought that was too big for me. And that made me realized how very, very hot my boyfriend was again. Because looking at him just wearing those pants was very disturbing. While I brushed my teeth, he was leaning on the doorframe of my bathroom, arm crossed over his chest, looking at me, and I had a hard time concentrating on actually brushing my teeth and not drooling the toothpaste.

Also, Blake slept on the left side of the bed while I did on the right, so that was definitely convenient.

"So, this was definitely a nice day" Blake whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me to him. I leaned my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him too.

"Completely agreeing with you on that," I whispered back and yawned.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Damn he smelled good. I held him tighter. He did too.

"How did you convince your dad to actually let me stay here tonight" Blake whispered, and lifted a hand, brushing it through my hair.

I sighed contently. "I assured him we wouldn't commit fornication."

"Aw damn it, here goes my night plans."

I pinched his side playfully. Blake laughed and I shook lightly with it.

"Love you Pumpkin" Blake whispered softly against my head.

"Love you too" I answered, struggling to not fall asleep.

I would have liked to talk more, I would have liked to lick his chest and enjoy his smell, but I was tired, very very tired, and it was just so nice in his arms like this that I couldn't fight it, and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning it took me a few seconds to remember why I was waking up in someone's arm and that this someone was actually my boyfriend.

I would never get tired of saying that. Blake, my boyfriend.

I knew it was cheesy to say this but waking up in Blake's arm was pretty much the nicest thing on Earth. There was almost no comparison between actually having Blake in my bed and sleeping with one of his shirts. And that boy was almost like a heating machine. I wasn't complaining though, I kinda liked it. Plus I would save money on heating during winter.

I felt great, better than great. The hangover was completely gone. And this time, I realized, I was going to lick Blake's god damn chest.

Blake stirred under me when I lifted my head, and smiled a breathtaking dimple showing smile when he opened his eyes and saw me.

How lucky am I, seriously?

"Well, good morning Pumpkin," Blake said, his voice still thick with sleep and deeper than usual. It ran chills down my spine.

"Good morning Mr Eaton," I smiled hugely, and sat up, making him frowned because he had to let go of me. But the frown quickly disappeared when I sat on top of him, both legs on each side of him.

Woah. Bulge there. I was careful to not sit right on top of it because well honestly this was uncharted territory.

Blake's hand slid on my legs, stopping in the middle of my thighs. He was smiling, like a lot. "Okay, good morning is the understatement of the year."

I smiled too. "Completely agreeing with you again."

And then I leaned down and kissed him. His hands left my thighs, wrapping around my back. My tank top was a little short so I could feel his warm hands there, stroking my skin.

Lexi-likie.

And then I leaned back just a little, smiling, breaking our kiss, our lips just few inches apart. Blake tried to follow, leaning up, but I pushed him back, both of my hands on his shoulder.

"Hey, that's mean," he whined but shut up quickly when I started to kiss his chin and his jaw.

In my head all I kept thinking was "I'm going to lick his chest, I'm going to lick his chest, I'M GOING TO LICK HIS CHEST!"

Blake's hand left their spot, going back to my thighs again, curling them around.

Slowly, I kissed down his neck, enjoying how soft his skin was. Honestly was he using like lotion or something because my lips couldn't get enough of it.

My hands wrapped around his bicep and again I realized how lucky I was. My boyfriend was seriously hot.

I brushed my lips against his collarbone, kissing it a few times, and then I kept kissing down his sternum. I don't know why but with each kiss it's like I was trying to feel more, taste more, and so since I was finally reaching my destination I opened my mouth a little wider and instead of kissing the tip of my tongue lightly brushed against his skin.

Blake's grip on my thighs tightened.

Internally I was doing a happy dance. And damn, I was finally licking his chest! And my-oh-my was it nice. His warm skin not only felt wondrous but also tasted wondrous. Seriously, how could skin taste good? It wasn't an actually known taste or something, nothing to be compared to, just like his smell. Yeah, he pretty much tasted like he smelled.

Hot damn.

I moved my lips to the left, my tongue brushing and then my lips kissing. It was a combo. I'd lick and kiss.

Blake's grip just kept tightening, and he was twitching just a tiny but. Also, I think the bulge was growing. Should I be worried?

I mentally shrugged it off. I mean, who cared about anything, I was licking Blake's god damn chest. And I was enjoying myself.

I moved to the right, and lightly grazed my teeth against his skin. I don't know why, it's like I wanted to bit him or something.

And Blake laughed.

My lips left his chest and I sat up straight again, my eyes narrowing. "What?"

One of his hand slip under my shirt in the back, stroking my skin lightly, while he just kept smirking. "You are so obsessed with my chest."

"Oh shut up," I groaned and leaned down and kissed him.

But I quickly went back to his chest though, because well, I had been dreaming about licking it for a while.

Though well I mean his chest wasn't the only hot thing in front of me at the moment, the abs were definitely more than tempting, so I trailed down his sternum.

My boyfriend had sexy, sexy abs.

Doing so though I back up a bit and well my butt pretty much rubbed at the wrong place, or right place depending on your opinion.

Blake made a sound between groaning and moaning, his fingers pressing against my skin. Okay seriously, how hot?

Though, I hadn't meant to have any contact with the bulge. I was kind of unsettled about the bulge to be honest.

I barely had time to say "Oops, sorry," and Blake had flipped us over, still holding on to one of my thighs, the other hand on my back. I actually let out a little squeal of surprise when he did that. I was not expecting it, at all.

I didn't mentally complain for too long though about the "no more chest licking" thing because Blake pressed his lips against mine, kissing me, almost urgently.

My leg wrapped around him of their own accord, pressing him closer to me, our lips never breaking and boy oh boy, ya the bulge was there and not going anywhere. But I pushed that thought aside and ran my fingers through his hair, tangling them in it.

But then, Blake broke the kiss, reluctantly I realized. "I think the no fornication thing still stands even though it's morning." His voice was a bit strained when he said that. Was it bad that I was enjoying it?

"Ya..." In my head I kept chanting, "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me mooooore."

Blake pushed himself off of me and sat on the bed beside me. I was still lying on my back and I had a very very yummy sight. Hot back too.

I sat up.