I woke up from my nap, cuddling with Alex. I disentangled myself from him, but his arms tightened around my waist.

“Wait, we need to talk.” he said.

“Okay.” I replied, lying back on the bed again.

“Look, last night was...a mess. And we both got caught up in it. I don’t necessarily regret having sex with you because I really did want to, but I regret how I acted when I realized what’d happened.” he said honestly, his brown eyes big and sad.

“I think I wanted to also.” I replied.

“Really?” he asked, his features brightening.

“Yes.” I smiled at him and he hugged me close.

"I promise not to screw things up with you again. Let me prove it to you. I'll treat you like a princess if you'd just give me a chance." he whispered.

"Oh, you mean Cinderella?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"I know what you're going to do. You're going to act like you're the ugly step-sister and I'm Cinderella." I replied.

"You did not just call me an ugly girl." Alex laughed.

"You know what I mean." I laughed, slapping him playfully.

"Hey, aren't I supposed to be the violent one?" he asked. I looked at him, shocked. "Kidding, kidding. Jesus, Brooke, calm down." he laughed.

"So what do you say?" he asked.

"Say to what?" I asked.

"Me. Will you give me a chance?" he asked.

"Are you asking me out?" I asked.

"Well, it can be an open relationship, if that's what you want." he said awkwardly.

"No, I don't like open relationships. They're like saying to someone 'I like you, but I'm not willing to make an effort.'" I replied.

"Well I like you lots and I'm more than willing to make an effort." he told me.

We lay side by side on his bed.

"So how much of the stuff you said earlier was true?" he asked nervously.

"Pretty much all of it." I replied coolly. He looked shocked, hurt, and angry. "Relax, I'm only joking!" I laughed. He pouted.

"Not funny!" he whined.

"Sorry, boo." I giggled.

"Seriously, how much was true?" he asked.

"Well, all of it at the time, but not now. What about you?" I replied.

"None. Of course not." he whispered.

"Then why did you say it?" I asked.

"I had to protect myself somehow and that was the only way I could think of to do it." he replied.

"Protect yourself from what?" I asked.

"You. You're so intimidating. And you're the first girl who's not all over me. I get scared around you and I don't know what to do. So when we had sex, I acted like a cocky asshole so maybe you'll stay away from me and I won't have to deal with it. You make me nervous." I admitted.

"Seriously?" I asked, not believing him.

"Yeah. Come put your head on my chest." he told me. I did as I was told and I felt his heart pounding beneath my ear.

"Wow." I breathed.

"Told you." he smiled. I started to move back to where I was before, but he stopped me. "No, stay where you are. You smell good." he told me.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"I have a question for you." Alex stated.

"Shoot." I said.

"Was I your first time that night after I saved you?" he asked. "Don't lie to me." Alex said sternly.

"No." I sighed. He sighed in relief.

"Why are you relieved?" I asked.

"Because I'd hate myself forever if I took that from you, especially under those circumstances." he replied.

"Oh." I whispered.

"Yeah. So who'd you lose it to?" he asked.

"You don't know him." I giggled.

"So what? I need names." he smiled.

"It was Jason Myers and I was seventeen." I said, blushing.

"Was he your boyfriend?" he asked.

"Yeah. But he left me in the morning and broke up with me later that day." I told him.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, wrapping his arms around me protectively. “Why don't we go out there?" he asked and we got up and walked out. We sat down on the couch as Jack glared at us.

"Hey Brooke, what's up?" Zack asked.

"Nothing much, Zack Attack." I replied with a smile. Jack continued to glare.

Alex’s Perspective

"Jack, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" I asked.

"Sure." he replied gruffly. We walked out and into the kitchen.

"What's up? I thought you'd be happy for me." I said.

"I am, but I also know how you are. You’re going to act all cutesy then screw her over again and she doesn’t deserve that." Jack said.

"Well, I think I’m going to try to change. And I'm going to try my best not to fuck her over." I said. Jack sighed.

"Fine. I'm happy for you." Jack said.

"Good. Thanks, man." I smiled and we hugged and went back out. I picked Brooke up and sat her on my lap.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"Nothing important." I smiled, kissing her.

Brooke’s Perspective

"Hey Brooke, can you get me a Coke?" Alex asked me.

"Nice try, get it yourself." I laughed. He put his face in my neck, kissing it and nuzzling it, making me shiver.

"Please?" he whispered seductively, kissing down my shoulder gently.

"Fine, as long as you stop." I said.

"Well then, no sex for you!" Alex huffed.

"Fine, but you're the one who will miss it." I laughed, getting up from him, swinging my hips as I walked to the kitchen.

I heard quick footsteps and he was there, his arms around my waist and his lips at my neck again.

"Miss me already?" I giggled.

"You could say that." he whispered huskily. I kissed his nose. "Dammit Brooke, stop." he sighed.

"What did I do?" I asked, alarmed.

"Nothing. You're just making me go insane. It's taking everything in me not to rip off our clothes and have sex with you." he admitted.

"You'll live." I teased.

"That's what you think. I don't think I've ever restrained myself this much. I may explode." he chuckled.

"We wouldn't want that, now would we?" I laughed.

"I'll try not to. I know you enjoy my company." he grinned.

"That I do. Just hang on. You'll get lucky again eventually." I told him and he laughed, hugging me.

Notes

Some filler since last chapter was so drama-ish.

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