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22

TREVOR

Summer never stops looking around the venue, taking in every thing around us from the carved ceilings and velvet curtains to the posters they have from every event the venue has ever hosted. The look on her face is so pure and joyful, it makes me happy as she drags me along excitedly down to our seats.

During the show her eyes never leave the stage and I spend more time watching her then the dancers. She's smiling the whole time, we're holding hands most of the time and she squeezes my hand excitedly every time the music starts to change.

"Thank you," Summer smiles up at me as we stand side by side in the elevator on the way back up to my apartment, "Tonight was perfect," she kisses my jaw.

"I'm glad you liked it," I smile, brushing my hand over her hair.

"Liked? You couldn't of planned a better first date, Trev," but there's something different about how she says it.

"Can I tell you something kind of embarrassing?" She looks back at the metal door in front of us.

"You can tell me anything," it sounds like a line but I mean it, I want her to tell me every detail of her life, every random thought she has, I just want to listen to her talk.

"This was more then just our first date," she shifts on her feet, staring at her hands, "It was my first date, ever."

"What?" It comes out more shocked than I mean for it to be.

Summer slowly looks up at me with a small nod.

"I've never had a guy actually take me out," she admits, "We live in a world of hook up culture, I mean this," she gestures between us, "Started as a hook up."

I shake my head, "We were friends first."

The elevator door opens and we start down the hallway

"Barely," she scoffs.

"So you're telling me," we stop in front of my apartment door, both of us turning to face each other, "You had no feelings for me before we hooked up?"

Summer looks up at me like she's trying to find the right words, "I was definitely attracted to you, I mean have you seen yourself?" She smirks, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me, sliding my hands across the soft fabric of her dress, "Tell me more."

She rolls her eyes but pushes up on her toes so our lips hovering over each other, she smiles, "How about I show you how thankful I am?"

Our lips meet slowly, she slips her tongue across my bottom lip before our lips meet and her fingers slid into my hair.

There's a loud shout from the other side of the door.

I break the kiss turning to look at the door, sighing, "The boys are home."

"Well then I'll have to show you later," she smirks giving me a soft kiss.

"Get ready for the jokes," I warn as I turn to unlock the front door of my apartment. Summer kisses my shoulder as I twist the door open.

When I push the door open and we find my two roommates sitting on the couch watching another hockey game, still in the jerseys they wore to the game.

"Look who it is!" James cheers looking over at us as Summer and I walk through the door. He obviously had more than a couple beers at the game.

"How was the game?" I ask as I take a seat at the end of the couch.