"Small wrapped package."

I open his closet and peek inside at a jumbled mess of clothes. I could so never marry a man that had a messy closet. I'm just saying.

"You're cold," he says huskily.

I close the door and walk closer to his bed and examine his chest of drawers.

"You're getting warmer."

I open his top drawer. He keeps condoms there, underneath his boxers. I eye an unopened box of them. I grab the box and hold them up. "Is this it?"

He laughs. "Nope."

I shut the drawer, look in the rest and move to his desk.

"You're getting even warmer."

I look around his desk, in his drawers, don't find anything, so I walk over to his bed.

"Oh, yeah, now you're getting very warm."

"I am." I smile at him then strip off my shirt to reveal the leopard bra he's been dying to see.

"Aw, damn, Keatie." He hops off the bed quickly and stands in front of me staring at the bra. Then his eyes follow his hands as they move slowly across it. He's touching the bra almost reverently. Like it's a trophy.

His hands caress their way down my sides and grip my waist. I reach through the open sides of his shirt, run my hands up his back, then pull his shirt off. He undoes my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I let him kiss my chest for a few minutes. His shirt is still in my hand, so I pull it over my head, putting it on.

He stands back admiring me in the shirt he just had on. "That may be the sexiest thing I've ever seen you in."

Then he grabs me, throws me on the bed, and strips off our shorts.

"I am so late," I say as I'm getting dressed. "I'm going to have to pretend I got sick or something."

"You got something alright," he says with a satisfied grin.

I laugh. "Were you my present?"

"Shit, no. I almost forgot." He grabs his shorts off the floor, pulls a small wrapped box out of his pocket, and sets it in my hand. "Open it."

I untie the distinctive robin's egg blue ribbon, open the box, and pull out a little blue pouch. I turn the pouch upside down and out drops a necklace. A Tiffany key necklace. My mom went a little crazy with the key necklaces for me when they came out, but I don't have one like this.

"It's really pretty."

He takes it out of my hand and says, "Let me put it on you."

I hold my hair up while he fastens it around my neck.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, "I know we're supposed to be taking it slow. I know you don't want to be in a relationship until we're sure, but I wanted to give you this." He runs kisses across my face and when he gets to my lips, he murmurs, "It's the key to my heart."

Awww. Ohmigawd, that's so adorable.

But no.

No. No. No.

I unfasten it and take it off.

"Dawson, I can't accept this."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"You think I'm still in love with Whitney."

"I think you're not ready to be giving away your heart."

"Fine then," he says, while fastening it around his own neck. "I'm wearing it. I want you to see it every day. When you're ready, you take it back."

I give him a long, sweet kiss. "You have a deal."

He smacks my ass and says, "You're so late."

I roll late into the sleepover, wearing Dawson's ring on my thumb. I don't know why it mattered. They're just standing around chatting, eating pizza. I'm thinking I can not wait to go to NYC and eat some healthy food. I text Tommy.

Me: Staying at the loft this weekend. How do I get in?

Tommy: I'll have someone meet you, what time?

Me: Saturday, 10am?

Tommy: Will do. Will you have guests? I'll have some food brought in.

Me: Healthy food, PLEASE!! And uh, me+1.

Tommy: Gorgeous?

Me: Uh....

Tommy: I think I already know you slept with him. Your freak out texts last week?

Me: Still, its kinda embarrassing.

Tommy: Naw, it's natural. Have fun baby and make him treat you right.

Me: He asked me out tonight