3 weeks later.
Bethanys pov:
Derek and I are on the plane back home. The funeral was the saddest thing I have ever gone through.
We get off the plane and Derek drives me back to my apartment. We say out goodbyes and I go inside.
It's already 8pm so I make a quick dinner. As I'm eating I feel alone. I pick up my phone and text Derek.
B: hey
D: hey what's up?
B: I just feel alone.
D: I'm on my way over.
I smile at his text. I then realize I look like shit. I rush upstairs and change into leggings and a baseball half sleeve shirt. I scrunch my hair into messy waves.
I hear a knock on the door.
"Hi." I say answering it.
"Bethany." Derek says smiling and walking in.
"I'm sorry I called you so late I just I don't know I feel empty." I say.
"No worries. Do you want to watch a movie." Derek suggest.
"Well actually I kind of want to talk." I say.
He nods and we sit on the couch.
"Do you like me?" I ask.
"Of course Bethany we just traveled together." Derek says.
"No I mean do you like like me." I say.
Derek sighs." I like you I just don't want to move to fast. You don't know what your in for with me." He says.
"What do you mean?" I say.
"Nothing never mind lets watch tv." he says.
I turn off the tv.
"What do you mean?" I say sternly.
He looks at me. "I'm a bit stern when it comes to relationships. I like diffrent things." He says.
"You don't scare me Derek." I say.
We look at each other. Derek grabs me by the waist and pulls me on top of him. He smashes his lips to mine. I run my fingers through his hair. I feel his hands running down my back squeezing my butt. I pull back.
"Still not scared." I say with a smile.
He smirks and rolls over so he's on top of me. He balances his weight just right so he's not crushing me.
I run my hands on the inside of his shirt. He begins kissing my neck then biting hard. I moan and he lets out a pleasing laugh. He stops and kisses me once more. He gets up.
"Derek." I say.
He laughs "not all at once babe." he says.
We watch movies for awhile until he decides he should go home. Before he leaves he kisses my forehead.
"Doesn't it scare you that I totally changed your mood in the time span of 3 hours." he says smirking kissing me one more time and walking out.
I close the door and smile. "Maybe it is scary but I like it." I say to myself.
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FanfictionBethany Mota 19, just moved to New York to adventure on in her fashion career. When all goes wrong. Bethany works as a receptionist at a local dance studio. One day Bethany meets the new dance instructor Derek Hough. Will they keep things profession...