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Shit.

I couldn't believe I hadn't put my seat belt on first thing after getting into the vehicle. I pulled on the belt and clicked the end piece into to place, locking it.

He backed the SUV up and turned it around without any mishaps, and before I knew it, we were headed down the dirt road towards the main road. We made it to the main road and he turned towards town.

I couldn't take it anymore and had to ask, "Where are we going, Damien?"

Damien chuckled quietly but didn't answer my question. It was frustrating, I tell you.

"Fine," I grumbled. "Be that way."

"You don't do well with surprises, do you?" He asked me. When I shook my head he kept going, "You don't like surprises, you don't like it when people buy you things, you don't want me to poison you with my food." He shook his head in mock sadness. "Since shopping was out, and I can't cook for you, I had to get creative for our first date."

Our first date. Oh man. I hadn't thought about it like that.

Damien and I were having our first date!

"Are we going hiking?" I asked in an attempt to steer us away from talking about all the things I didn't like and just how difficult I could be. None of those things were attractive and I didn't want to rehash them, thank you very much. I also didn't want to go hiking in the cold while it was dark outside.

Damien shook his head. "You aren't getting any information before the fact out of me," he said. "I mean, you can try. I'm sure I will find it very amusing, but it will be pointless because I won't cave and tell you what you want to know."

I slumped in the seat and crossed my arms over my breasts. "Not even a hint?" I asked.

He laughed. Loudly.

"Nope," he said through his laughter.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence as I stared out the passenger window and went over every single thing in my head that could be a possibility for our first date. A nice dinner and a movie were out because he'd wanted me to dress warmly because we were going to be outside. That left a lot of things out, actually. Damien didn't seem like the outdoorsy type, but then again, I didn't really know Damien all that much, so what the heck did I know about what type he was or wasn't?

The SUV stopped on a residential street. The houses were small and compact. They were also practically right on top of each other. I had never been here before.

"Where are we?" I asked curiously, but it was no use. Damien had already shut down the SUV and got out. He was walking around the front end and heading towards my door.

"Geez," I muttered under my breath. I didn't need him to open my door for me all the time. I unbuckled my seat belt and was reaching for the door handle when he opened the door.

"You don't have to do that," I told him.

"Yes, I do," he said. "It's a rule."

"A rule for what?" I asked him as I got out of the vehicle.

"A boyfriend rule," he said as he shut the door.

"There aren't boyfriend rules," I told him as I followed him up a sidewalk and towards a small house.

"How many boyfriends have you had?" He asked me as he looked back over his shoulder at me.

Hmm... It would seem he had a point.

"None," I mumbled.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Could you say that a little louder, I didn't hear you the first time."

He'd heard me just fine.

"Where are we, Damien?" I asked, not wishing to discuss my previous love life, or lack there of, in this case. I had gone out on a few first dates but hadn't ever had a real boyfriend before. Damien didn't need to know that. I was betting he'd had tons of girlfriends and had gone out on even more dates.

"Julian and I live here," he told me as he slid a key into the lock on the front door.