gorgeous. This meant probably I had little to no chance with him but fuck it, I was going to try anyway. I deserved a boyfriend just as much as everyone else right? I mean, right? ...Maybe I'll try tomorrow.

"How do you like our town so far?" Camble asked, still smiling. I opened my mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. And that's when I panicked.

"Um, has John been in tonight, he asked me to meet him here," I said.

Camble's eyes widened for a second before he shook his head no.

"Oh, well, um" I said and stood.


"I get off soon if you're looking to hang out with someone," he said the smile coming back to his face.

I could only nod my head. Some how I felt like I'd just stepped into a game everyone was playing, and I didn't care.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Yeah just jump right in Reed, smart move. "I don't really know a lot of people here, beside John and Mac," I trailed off stupidly. Note to self: don't talk if you really have nothing to say.

"I would like that a lot Reed." His voice had gone soft.

Remembering the last time I made date plans in a bar I made sure he knew I meant tonight.

"Yeah, I got that part," he laughed and stroked my arm lightly.

When was the last time someone had touched me like that? Two or three month's maybe? I couldn't remember if any of Tim's touches had been that tender though.

"Okay," I said unable to keep the huge smile off my face.

"Let me just make sure everyone has their drinks and then I'll be with you okay?" I nodded. "Finish your beer too."

I looked down and noticed the untouched mug in front of me. I grabbed it and took a few swallows. By the time Camble came back I had finished the last bit.

"That's my boy, come on."

I followed him outside and then continued down Main, his hand on the small of my back. We made a left onto Timberwork, I noticed the lights at the gas station were out, and followed its curves to my house.

I flicked on the lights as we moved through the house and into the kitchen. I started gathering my courage to ask him what all that in the bar had been about, but I didn't know how to say it with out being rude.

"What are you hungry for?" I asked right before I felt him place his hands on my hips. He leaned his chest against my back and kissed my neck softly, all thoughts of asking him about John flew from my mind. "I mean beside me?"

"I don't know what have you got?" He moved away to look through my frig and cabinets. He'd been so warm, so alive, when he was touching me. I was going to fall for this guy, I knew I was. I watched as he opened the frig door, leaning his ass against the island in the middle of the kitchen, and he sifted though it.

I had just picked this man up at a bar. I talked with him for only ten minutes before inviting him over, was I out of my mind? But he'd said