After we all went out for food Nick drove me and himself back to our town. It was around ten when we parked in my driveway.

"Why is the house dark?" Nicks asks me.

"My mom went with my dad to Atlanta for the new store opening. Carter is at a sleepover." I explain shrugging a shoulder.

Nick frowns, "You mean to tell me you are going to be all alone in the house, overnight?"

"Uh Yeah." I say confused.

"I don't like that." He mumbles. Yeah, I didn't think he would. Nick, as we all know can be very protective. Sometimes too protective but I can't do anything about it. I find it sexy and annoying all at the same time.

I start rubbing my neck because from being dropped earlier and sitting in those chairs at the karate event, my body was stiff and aching. A hot shower was the remedy.

"Are you still sore?" Nick asks noticing me rubbing my neck.

"Yes." I groan. I swear I'm not doing this just to get anything out of him. I really am sore. The memory of him telling me he would give me a massage is still very much etched into the back of my brain.

Nick sighs, turns off his car and gets out of it. I'm confused until he comes over to my side and opens the door. I don't question him, I just get out of the car. Nick being the sweetheart that he is grabs my bag from the backseat for me. We walk in silence up the porch steps and I unlock the door flipping on the light as soon as I'm inside.

I take off my jacket and hang it up on the hooks by the door, Nick follows my lead and also drops my cheer bag on the floor out of the way so neither of us trips over it. I tell Nick to make himself comfortable on the couch while I go take a much needed shower. All he does is nod his head. I can't tell if I've pissed him off or he's just in the mood to be quiet. Neither one makes me happy. But I ignore those thoughts and try to relax my muscles as I shower.

My shower didn't help. I was still sore and I was lying face down on my bed quietly groaning into my pillow. Where was my mom when I needed her? I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Nick telling him he could come upstairs. I heard his footsteps a few seconds later.

I heard the asshole chuckle. "Shower didn't help." I just groan into my pillow. I feel my bed dip with his weight. "You are going to have to straighten your body so I can massage you."

I just huff and move myself a bit so it is to his liking. This massage better be the best one I've ever had in my whole life. If not I was going to kick him in the back of the knee.

"Do you have any lotion?" He asks.

"Over on my make-up vanity." I say. Nick gets up from the bed for a minute then he returns. I feel him put his knees on either side of my legs so he has better access. I then feel him lift up my shirt so he can massage the actual skin. I try my best to hold in a moan when his fingers graze the sides of my body. I could already tell this was going to be the best massage I've ever had. My whole body was already tingling and he has barely started.

"Just relax." He whispers.

I take a deep breath when I feel his fingers start pressing hard into my skin. The smell of my vanilla scented lotion fills the room. The only thing missing was a few candles and some slow music.

Nick hesitates when he gets to the middle of my back where my bra clasp is. It takes him a second but he gently releases it so it is no longer in his way. I don't complain or tell him to redo it. I was in a trance at the moment. Or was I zen? Either way, his fingers were like magic. And yes, I was aware of the other places they would be like magic too. I've read books. Duh.

What felt like an eternity later, but was really an hour, my back and neck felt a million times better. My boyfriend definitely had some skills.

"That was...wow." I sigh as I turn over to lay on my back.

"Thanks. I've had to massage a few tight spots after a really tough sparring session." He laughs as he wipes the remaining lotion off with a towel from the bathroom.

"Will you stay here tonight?" I blurt out.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asks with uncertainty.

"I mean, if you don't want too, it's fine. I just thought that since you aren't okay with me being here by myself. You can leave." I say a little upset that he didn't jump on board with the idea of staying the night with me. It's not like I was asking him for sex.

Nick notices the disappointment in my voice. His face quickly changes from unsure to concern. He is totally aware of the fact that his words hurt me. Nick comes to sit beside me on the bed, so close that our shoulders and legs are touching. I can smell that mint scent I love so much, only this time there is a hint of vanilla from my lotion.

He puts his arm around my shoulders and kissed the side of my head. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of what you are asking me. We've never done something like this other than the occasional nap in my bed. I am more than ready to spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor." He suggests.

Him sleeping on the floor? Yeah, like that was happening. He's my boyfriend and my boyfriend sleeps in the bed with me. Right?

"No." I say.

"No?" He repeats.

"You will not sleep on the floor. You, Batman will sleep up here in the bed with me. I want cuddles." I state with a firm voice.

"As you wish, cheerleader." He smirks. "I sleep shirtless by the way. And usually in my boxers."

Oh I know what he is doing.

"I usually sleep in a shirt and underwear. And I'm wearing underwear that barely cover my ass." I smirk back.

Nicks cocky look falls but another one quickly replaces it. This look I've seen a million times. When we make-out, and even when we're friends and flirted. Those warm hazel eyes had darkened and he was biting his lip. I had turned him on to a hundred percent.

"Well. We won't be getting much sleep tonight." He says then grabs side of my face to connect my lips to his.

Oh yes. I'm liking where this is headed.

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The next morning I wake up and feel the weight of someone's arm around my waist and the rest of them plastered up against my back. An instant smile came to my lips. Nick spent the night with me and stayed all night.

I slowly remove his arm from my waist and get out of bed. I put my pillow next to him for him to cuddle up to. Nick snuggles the pillow closer taking a deep breath and hums in contentment. So cute. The blanket had only went to his waist so his chest and abs were on display for me to gawk at. A blush comes to my face as I remember what I did last night.

I quickly exit my room after grabbing a pair of shorts and go to the bathroom to do the stuff I need to do then head downstairs to the kitchen. I'm not a coffee person so I just grab a bottle of water and sit at the counter and check my phone. My parents weren't coming home until way later in the day and Carter was going to be home around three. So I still had the house to myself most of the day.

I can't help but let the images of last night replay in my mind. No, we didn't have sex, the only barrier that was stopping us was our underwear. We explored each other's bodies until we got sleepy and fell asleep. Nick knew a thing or two and was patient enough for letting me figure out what I wanted to do and what I was comfortable with.

I honestly didn't think those kinds of guys existed. If they did it was only in books and movies. But here I am in real life with one of those rare guys as my boyfriend. How lucky was I?

Footsteps coming down the stairs interrupted my thoughts. Nick was awake. He comes in the kitchen still shirtless with bed head. I don't even try to hide the dreamy sigh that comes from me.

Nick smiles at me and comes over to wrap his arms around me. "Good morning, cheerleader." He says and kisses me on the cheek.

A shy smile appears on my lips, "Morning, batman."

"You replaced your body with a pillow." He pouts. "It wasn't the same."

"Sorry. I tried not to wake you." I say in a whisper.

Nick chuckles lightly, "No worries." He gives me a hug and another kiss on the cheek then moves to sit on the stool next to me. I don't miss the action he takes of holding my hand in his. I can't help but find it absolutely adorable.

"No one will be here until later." I tell him, informing him of when my parents and Carter will be home.

"Ok. I can stay with you until they get here." He suggests. I find it hard to concentrate on his words when he is rubbing my hand with his thumb.

"Uh...ye, ye, Yeah." I stutter.

"I will need to use your toothbrush." He says.

"We've kissed. I don't see it as a problem." I say looking at our hands. How can one little thing be causing me this much distraction.

"How do you feel after last nights...events?" He asks slowly and carefully.

I feel the heat surge to my face. I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato. "I liked it. Really liked it." I mumble.

A smile appears on his face. I can tell he is relieved and proud of himself at the same time. "I did too."

Our Sunday was spent going to Tyson's for breakfast, then going to the store and buying the stuff to make butterscotch pie. Although, the first pie didn't get fully made. Nick thought it would funny to grab a handful of it and throw it at me. That caused us to have a butterscotch pudding war. The kitchen and ourselves were a disaster so we had to clean it up.

Nick had to use the shower so he could get the pudding out of his hair and I did a quick wash of his clothes. The best part was I got to witness my boyfriend in a towel for a good thirty minutes. And I enjoyed it. He told me it wasn't fair that I got see him in nothing but a towel so to make things even, after my shower I sat there in a towel for him.

If my parents didn't call me and say they would be home in twenty minutes, then we would have had a repeat of last night. And I know things would have went further.

All in all, it was a great Sunday with my batman.