Chapter 14. Guilty as Sin?

"My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name. Building up like waves crashing over my grave."

I didn't even realize we had fallen asleep until I opened my eyes and I was still wrapped up in his arms. The sun was still filling the room with light, making me nearly forget the wild night and morning I had. I rubbed my eyes slightly trying to bring myself out of the nap fog. I reached over to grab my phone to check the time but I noticed I had about 15 missed calls. Some from Mallory, a few from Dani, three from Erik and even a text from Marshall. I'll deal with it later, I thought to myself. I shook Justin lightly so he would wake up and thankfully he did. I moved his arms off of me and he began doing a small stretch. 

"What time is it?" He asked mid yawn. I checked my phone again. 

"It's 2pm, we took a small nap." I said quietly. I turned my body to look at him and he did the same. A small smile formed and my heart started racing thinking about what we did a few hours ago, but the guilt was still present as well. It feels like I'm being torn in two different directions. On one end, what we did was almost euphoric, something I've never experienced before. But on the other hand is Erik, good, sweet, very charming Erik, who would move mountains to see me smile. My heart and my head are at war, but neither seems to have the answer. 

What I'm sharing with Justin feels temporary which makes me want to enjoy it. But my fear is it would ruin things with Erik. I'm not his girlfriend or anything but I don't know how he would feel because the last he knew I was still saving myself for marriage. 

Justin noticed how deep in thought I was. So he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close to him. Now feeling his warm body on my skin and with each breath he took, I could feel my anxiety melting. Only if for a moment. 

"What's going on in that noggin of yours August?" He whispered in my ear. 

"I'm…" I hesitated being honest for a moment because I know that's not fair to him for me to put my thoughts onto him. "I'm just in my head right now. And I'm definitely overthinking." I finally let out. 

"I'm there too." He said quietly. He pulled me tighter which I didn't know was even possible and I felt a light peck on my forehead. I couldn't help but smile because there was nothing he could say that would fix my overworking brain but that seemed to cease some tension. After a few moments he loosened his grip on me and I decided to turn to lay on my stomach still close to him but no longer being held. 

I felt his warm hand slip under my shirt, his fingers barely scratching at my back. The sensation sent a jolt through me, heat pooling low in my stomach. How could something so simple make me feel this way?

I bit my lip, trying to focus on anything else, but a quiet laugh slipped out before I could stop it.

Justin didn't miss a beat. "What's so funny over there?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns against my skin.

I hesitated, debating whether to admit it. Finally, I turned my head to face him, my lips tugging into a small smirk. "Nothing… just thinking about how dangerous your hands are."

His brows lifted, amusement flickering across his face. "Dangerous, huh?"

"Mhm," I hummed, stretching slightly under his touch, letting my eyes linger on his. "Very."

A slow, knowing grin spread across his face, but instead of pressing further, he just chuckled. "Duly noted."

I rolled onto my back, exhaling slowly, trying to shake the feeling creeping over me. But it was short lived, he didn't move his hand. Instead they were now tracing patterns on my stomach making the lower part of my body feel more tension. I could feel his gaze on me, studying every reaction, and despite myself, my muscles tensed slightly. His fingers drifted higher, skimming over my ribcage, only to travel back down—stopping just above the waistband of my panties. My breath caught. I tried keeping my cool but my body betrayed me as my hips shifted slightly when he touched me there. Like an open invitation for him. 

"Really dangerous," I murmured, tilting my head slightly, trying to get him to meet my eyes.

A slow smirk curved on his lips as he pulled his hand away, placing it back on my stomach over the shirt instead. I let out a breath, as if in relief, but deep down, I wasn't relieved at all.

Because now, I regretted not taking him up on his offer to "hop on." As crude as it had sounded, the idea didn't seem so bad anymore. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling trying to stifle my sighs. 

He leaned closer to me and began whispering in my ear. "Push back." 

I turned to look at him, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Pushing me so far so I could snap and take control. I thought of everything I could do in that moment, every choice, every consequence. The rational part of me whispered that this was reckless, that I should slow down. But then there was the part of me that was still humming from his touch, from the way he was watching me now, waiting.

Screw it. I sealed my fate. 

I sat up, turning to face him as he mirrored my movement. My hands hesitated for just a second-just long enough for him to notice, before I slipped out of his shirt. His gaze darkened as I held the fabric out to him.

"I believe this is your shirt." I smirked. His eyes traveled over my bare skin, and I saw the exact moment his composure cracked. His body tensed, his breathing shifted. 

Checkmate. 

And then, without hesitation, his hand was at the back of my neck, pulling me in until our breaths tangled together, the last sliver of space between us disappearing. His kiss felt hungry, it felt desperate. It begged for more as he traveled down my neck. His breathing slowed down for just a second as he leaned into my ear. 

"You're in control now." His words sent a shiver through my whole body yet it ignited something in me. I pulled back enough to where our foreheads were resting on each other. 

"You sure I won't go power hungry?" I teased. 

He didn't miss a second before he shot back with, "You think I'd stop you?" His voice was low, rough with need. His hands skimmed down my sides, deliberate but not leading, just waiting. Letting me decide. "Go ahead, August. Take what you want." 

In an instant, my lips found his as he lifted me on top of him. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath catching in the heat of the moment. I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips as I leaned down to kiss him again, my voice barely above a whisper.

 "Your favorite." The words escaped through each kiss we shared, as if claiming the moment for myself. His kisses traveled down my neck once more. His hands gripping on my hips holding on to the fabric of my panties, I stood up just enough for him to pull them off of me. Once I made my way back on top of him I leaned into him again, "opportunity's here," I whispered. I could feel his hands on my waist, urging me forward, and for the first time, I realized I wasn't afraid to move. But a small part of me still wondered if this was what I really wanted, or if I was just giving in to the newfound heat between us. 

But before I could even consider stopping, the gravitational pull finally snapped and now there was no going back. He took his boxers off and reached for a condom he had placed earlier on the nightstand and slipped it on. Without waiting for any more words, I shifted, my body moving with the pull of desire, my hands pressing against his shoulders as I climbed fully onto him, taking the reins for the first time.

His hands gripped my waist immediately, a mix of surprise and eagerness in his touch, as I finally took control of the moment, feeling the power shift in an instant.

I could feel the heat between us intensify as I moved with purpose, taking my time as I positioned myself. His grip on my hips tightened, and I noticed the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, his eyes glued to every movement I made. The way he watched me was almost overwhelming, like he was seeing me for the first time, and it made something inside me stir.

"You're not the shy girl I thought you were," he said, his voice rough, the teasing note from earlier replaced with something more raw, more hungry.

I could barely suppress the smile that tugged at my lips, but I didn't look away from him. "Guess I'm full of surprises," I whispered, feeling the weight of his words mix with the energy in the room.

As I continued to move, finding the rhythm that worked between us, I noticed the way his eyes fluttered closed, his jaw tightening, like he was losing himself in the moment. It only fueled my curiosity further. I leaned down, bringing myself closer to him, my hands resting on his chest for balance as I kissed his neck gently, my lips trailing across his skin.

"Are you enjoying the show?" I teased, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. I could see the flicker of amusement in his gaze, though it was quickly overshadowed by something more desperate.

"Stop teasing, August, You have no idea what you're doing to me right now," he muttered through a breathless laugh. His hands on my waist were no longer just a guide. They were a plea for me to take him deeper, to control the rhythm of everything.

"You're the one who asked for it," I shot back, my tone playful but with an edge I hadn't expected to feel. It was empowering, being the one in charge.

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned up to kiss me, his hands sliding to my waist, but I could feel the shift in the dynamic, he wasn't fighting me anymore. He was letting go.

I could feel the change, the point where the tension between us finally gave way to something deeper, something more connected.

His hands didn't pull me away; they pulled me closer.

He groaned softly as I moved faster, my breath catching as I felt the pressure building inside me again. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the way he was trying to hold back, but I wasn't going to let him anymore. In that moment, it was all about the power I held, the control I took. And I was more than ready to let it all unfold.

Just as the pace quickened and the pressure between us reached an overwhelming peak, I caught a faint sound—a creak at the door—that shattered the moment.

"Ahhh! Oh my god. August! What the fuck!" I heard Mallory scream. I froze, everything coming to an immediate halt. Justin stiffened beneath me, his hands gripping my hips tighter in sudden panic, like he wasn't sure what to do next. I quickly jerked my head toward the door, heart racing.

Mallory stood in the doorway, wide-eyed and mouth agape, clutching a bottle of water. She seemed unsure whether to step forward or retreat. I threw my hands over my chest, trying to cover myself, as Justin quickly pulled the blanket over his legs and around my waist. Instead of looking away, Mallory's shock turned to anger. 

 "Are you kidding me? I told you to fix it, not… get carried away!" Her voice echoed in the room. Before I could process more, Dani rushed in.

 "Hey, I heard screaming—oh god, what the hell. I'm so sorry, y'all. I'll take my ass back downstairs." With that, she turned and hurried out.

 Mallory walked over to my chair and pulled the robe that was hanging on it over me. "We need to talk. Now." She walked over to the sliding door of the balcony and closed the door behind her. Still in shock, I looked over at Justin, he was both amused and confused. 

"We're fucked, aren't we?" he said with a laugh.

I immediately felt a smile tug at my lips and couldn't help but laugh, despite the embarrassment. I quickly pulled the robe around me, covering everything, and slipped off of Justin. "I'm so sorry. I'll go talk to her. Go ahead and get dressed and please, go talk to Dani." I could feel worry creeping into my voice. I couldn't believe we'd blown our cover so quickly. Not even a full day had passed. We were towing a very dangerous line.

I tied my robe a little tighter as Justin began getting dressed. I shouldn't have ignored those calls, I thought as I made my way onto the balcony. Mallory sat on the couch facing the ocean with her arms and legs crossed. I was nervous about what her reaction to what she saw was going to be but I couldn't put it off much longer. I cleared my throat and she turned to look at me. Her expression was unreadable as she moved over to make room for me to sit next to her. I faced her while she still faced the ocean. The air was full with tension and the knot in my stomach twisted even more with the silence growing between us. I wanted to break the silence but as I parted my lips to speak she cut in.

"Are you okay?" She finally turned to face me. I know she cares about me, I could feel it in the way her eyebrows pinched together. Her words vibrated in my head, making me truly think about if I was okay or not. I stirred for a moment, but in the end the answer was always going to be yes but no.

"Physically, I'm okay." I looked away briefly, really trying to put my thoughts together. "But mentally and emotionally, I don't think I'm okay, but not because of what Justin and I did. Because my mom had infiltrated every thought in my head since birth and finally I broke that. I disobeyed her in the way she saw was the worst thing ever and for once I don't care. Mals, she broke me, she took my life from me." I could feel a tear forming in my eye. I wiped it away before it even began falling. "Last night was the first time I felt free and I'm not talking about what Justin and I might or might not have done. And today… it transitioned to me finally being in charge of myself and my doings. Not based on what anyone else was telling me to do." I could feel the tension release from my shoulders as I spoke it out loud. She moved closer but her facial expression remained the same. She placed a gentle hand on mine. 

"You're sure he didn't make you do anything you didn't want to?" Mallory asked, her voice softer, more unsure, worry filled her face. My reaction was disgust because not once had I felt like he made me, I think if anything it was me continually pushing the boundary. 

"He didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do. Not right now, not earlier and not last night. Mallory I–" I looked down for a brief moment before meeting her stare again. "I know what we thought about him before, and I know what you're thinking but he's been nothing but patient with me all day. I didn't do a single thing I didn't want to do in there. He didn't pressure me, he didn't even ask me to have sex with him, I was the one pushing for it." 

She finally faced away from me and she fixed her stare back to the blue water in front of us. 

"I'm sorry for not knocking…" Mallory paused, a nervous laugh escaping her. "But in my defense, that's the last thing I would've imagined you guys doing." Her voice softened as she continued. "We called out for you guys and I heard something upstairs so that's why I just walked in. I was just worried 'cause neither of you answered any of our calls and texts so we came rushing back." She bit her lower lip like she wanted to say more but stopped herself. I took a deep breath, meeting Mallory's eyes once more. I could feel the weight of her words settling between us. There was no going back from this moment, but somehow, that felt okay now. 

We sat listening to the waves crashing along the horizon for a couple of moments. 

"So…how was it? Please spare details though." She said with a small chuckle. I couldn't help but smirk, and her eyes widened as she noticed the look on my face.

"Earth shattering." I teased. 

"Justin…? Earth shattering? You're joking!" She giggled but looked bewildered. And in that moment, I got my best friend back, not the one who was wrapped up in Mark. Just Mallory. The one who was my sister for life, the one who was always there, even when things were messy. 

"I know I'm new to all of this but yeah…I have been missing out, no doubt." I nodded my head feeling my cheeks flush slightly. Just then Dani was opening the sliding door with a grin plastered on her face. She made her way over to us and sat on the chair to my left hand by Mallory. I bit the side of my cheek, trying to suppress the grin threatening to break through as I knew a barrage of questions was coming my way. Mallory spoke first but I really wish she wouldn't have. 

Mallory's eyes lit up. 

"Earth shattering, Dani, EARTH SHATTERING! Tell me, August, how earth shattering was it?"' She couldn't hold back her laughter, and neither could I.

 "I hate you guys!" I groaned, covering my face in embarrassment. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, but I couldn't help the smile that crept through.

"Damn, I didn't know my boy had it like that. Last I heard, Hailey wasn't exactly singing his praises. You fixed the man, Auggie. I won't ask much I swear but how?" Dani leaned her elbows on her knees and stared up at me. 

"How what?" I giggled because I knew there was no escaping the hot seat.

"How did this happen? When did this happen?" Dani's eyebrow perked up and I knew she wasn't going to stop.

"Uhm we may or may not have had sex last night." I said looking away from both of them trying to stop the smile that crept up on my face. 

Dani blinked a couple of times, her brows furrowed in confusion. 

"Last night? As in… when we all went to bed yall went to town?" Dani laughed at her own joke and Mallory and I followed. 

"Well, we're not entirely sure what happened. We both kind of woke up in bed together, basically naked with… hickeys on our necks and scratches on his back."

"Oh, so what I walked in on was just you two officially finishing what you started, huh?" she laughed even more at herself. I nodded my head laughing along with her, my embarrassment slowly fading.

"If you must know, you nosey nelly's, that was the second time today." I said more playful than before pushing the boundary on what I wanted to say.

 "Second time? Today? Damn, Earth-shattering indeed!" Dani beamed. 

We let the laughs fade before Mallory spoke again.

"Is this just a one-time thing? Are we done with Erik now? What's going on with you and Justin?" Her voice had a serious edge now, clearly trying to understand where I stood.

When she mentioned Erik, my giddiness shattered. That one word pulled me back to the reality I was trying to ignore, and my heart sank. I felt my smile slip away, replaced by an all-too-familiar ache. Guilt. The guilt I'd been shoving down now found its way out, unraveling me bit by bit. They both sensed the shift, and Dani quickly jumped in to save me.

"You don't gotta figure it all out today. But you should figure it out before he gets here. Oh, and Hannah too."

Hannah. I forgot she was a part of this twisted equation. I bowed my head low, avoiding their stares. But then I felt something shift in the pit of my stomach. If Mallory knew Justin and Hannah were talking, why didn't she warn me either last night when she noticed the tension between us or this morning? 

"Mallory, why didn't you tell me Hannah was talking about Justin when we ran into her in the mall." 

"Cause it didn't feel like my place?" Mallory's voice was tight, but there was something beneath the anger, a trace of guilt, maybe even regret.

"But you're quick to butt in to whatever Justin and I were doing?" I shot back, the frustration bubbling over.

 "I didn't expect you to jump into bed with him? Last I remembered, you were waiting for your wedding night."

Her words hit me harder than they should have, cutting through the guilt I'd been ignoring all this time. Pure venom spiked her tone, and the weight of it hung in the air between us, thick and suffocating. We may not be blood, but we fought like sisters.

"You wanna talk about something not being your place, that's definitely not your place." My voice was shaky but edged with anger, and I could feel the heat rising in my chest.

Mallory shot a look at me, her eyes flashing with irritation, and she opened her mouth, ready to fire back. But before either of us could escalate it further, Dani cut in.

"Alright, that's enough, Mallory, August," Dani said, her tone firm.

Mallory scoffed, her face twisting with frustration. Without another word, she stood up and stormed off, leaving Dani and me alone in the silence left in the wake of our argument. The tension hung, and I could feel the weight of my own words pressing down on me, unsure whether it was anger or guilt that was eating away at me more. I watched her go, my chest tightening with each breath I took.

"I don't even know what her problem is!" I huffed, crossing my arms. My own face twisted with frustration.

"I think, and this is just from what I know from your friendship, she feels partly to blame for what happened with you and Justin." Dani finally said. I let her words sink in before I responded. None of this was her fault though. This was my own doing. I just wished I knew about Hannah. That way, maybe I would have made a different choice. But then again… would I have? Because deep down, the guilt that truly gnawed at me wasn't about Hannah it was about Erik. I sat there a moment longer before speaking. 

"She feels to blame? But why? I'm an adult and I made an adult decision." I tugged at my robe clutching it closer to me. 

"When you and Justin stayed behind after the game, she noticed the way you two kept looking at each other. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but we were all pretty tipsy, so we chalked it up to the liquor." I frowned, shifting in my seat as Dani's words sank in. Looking at each other? That wasn't true. Was it?

"We weren't looking at each other in any type of way," I scoffed, shaking my head. "We were just—" I stopped, suddenly unsure of what I was even trying to say.

Because now that I thought about it… I had looked at him. And through his own admission, he had looked at me.

Maybe not in a way that screamed something obvious, but enough for Mallory to notice. Enough for her to think something had been there last night.

I felt irritation, not at Dani, but at myself. Because I didn't want to sit here and analyze glances and moments that had already led to the inevitable. Justin and I had already crossed that line. We knew what this was.

And yet, there was a part of me that didn't like the idea of Mallory seeing it before I did.

Dani must have caught the shift in my expression because she let out a small sigh. "Now, with you pointing the finger about Hannah, I think she feels even more to blame. Maybe she could've stopped you… but honestly?" She shrugged. "Nothing was going to stop you and Justin."

I opened my mouth to argue, but stopped. Because deep down, I knew Dani was right. Maybe Mallory had seen it before I had. Maybe she had been waiting for me to admit it to myself.

And then, before I could dwell on that realization, the sound of a door clicking shut made my breath stop. I turned my head just in time to see Justin stepping outside, his gaze flicking between the two of us. His brows lifted slightly, as if he'd walked into something he wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of.

Dani smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Speaking of which…"

I muffled my laugh behind my hand, but Justin's sharp eyes didn't miss it. His brows furrowed as he looked between us. "What did I just walk into?" he asked, sinking into the chair beside Dani and me.

"Not much, just some earth-shattering conversations," Dani said, smirking as she shot me a wink.

I wanted to throw myself off the balcony and straight into the pool. Justin already knew what he did to me, I didn't need Dani handing him more ammunition. I shook my head, laughing it off, praying he wouldn't catch on.

He gave me a look before dragging a hand down his face. "Okaaay… well, Mallory was just yelling at me downstairs. I couldn't understand half the shit she was saying, but she told me to 'fix it' again. Honestly, I think I keep making it worse every time." He huffed a laugh, gaze held toward the horizon.

Dani and I couldn't help but laugh too, but I noticed the subtle shift in her as she leaned forward, her expression turning more serious.

"I was telling August that I think Mallory feels partly to blame for your drunken night together," she said, her tone softer now.

Justin's brow furrowed. "What?" He looked at her, then at me, searching for answers.

I exhaled slowly. "I guess she noticed the…tension between us last night and feels like she should've stepped in as my best friend to stop it."

He sat there, letting that sink in, like he hadn't realized just how obvious we had been.

"That's not her fault, nor her call to make," he said, his voice edged with frustration. "What we do—"

"I may have made it worse," I cut in, needing to explain before he got too worked up. "I questioned her about why she hadn't told me about you and Hannah talking. Like if I had that information, it would've changed anything." I let out a humorless laugh and shook my head. "But I don't really think it would have."

I couldn't meet his eyes after that. I felt his gaze lingering on me until I finally gave in. He didn't respond right away. I watched as his gaze flickered toward the floor, like he was actually considering it. But then, he looked back up at me and shook his head lightly. "I don't think it would've either."

"Hell even I don't think it would've, you two have always been at each other's throats at work. It was only a matter of time before you were in each other's throats." Dani huffed and we all went silent for a moment until we all cracked and burst into laughter. Leave it to Dani to break even the strongest of tensions. 

"I think it was my irresistibly good looks that made this inevitable, let's be real here." Justin shrugged casually while Dani and I rolled our eyes in unison. 

"I think it was August's bikini that made it inevitable to you." she pointed at Justin. "Followed by that dramatic ass last kiss Justin gave you" now pointing at me. "We all saw the quiver. That's when it was game over. The Henny XO was just the last push you needed." Dani snorted. 

"I did not quiver," I blurted out, but the heat creeping up my neck betrayed me. I turned to Justin, expecting him to look smug, but he only looked… amused. Almost like he was replaying it in his head.

"Auggie, I think for now give Mals some space, but don't let her stir for too long, we all know this wasn't her doing. And Justin stay out of this girl's bedroom!" Dani stood up as she playfully tapped Justin's forehead. "Oh and we brought you food so please come join us and eat!" She said as she closed the sliding door behind her. 

The minute she left I felt the air come out of my lungs. In an instant I was brought back to the moment before Mallory caught us. I pulled my hand up to my chest and I realized I was still in my robe. I couldn't help but laugh at the way things unraveled. 

"Have I ever told you what terrible luck I tend to have?" I laughed as I turned to look at Justin who looked like he was pondering something. He finally came too and laughed a little. He shifted his gaze to me and his eyes stayed on me for a moment longer than I'm used to. He inched closer to me and he had a look in his eye, I couldn't read it.

"It's too bad we got stopped," he smirked, leaning in a little more.

His gaze lingered on me longer, and I could feel the air between us shift. He leaned in, and I wasn't sure if it was teasing or something else. My heart raced just a little, but I tried to brush it off with a laugh, unsure if I wanted him to pull away or stay closer.

"Yup, too bad." The words barely slipped out of my mouth as the space between us was becoming smaller. My breath raised. He was so close I could feel the warmth of his skin, the teasing brush of his breath against my lips. My fingers twitched against my robe, resisting the urge to pull him in. I knew I should move, I should say something, but the space between us was vanishing too fast. His smirk deepened, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me as our noses collided while our lips still hadn't met. Just as I was about to close the gap that lingered, I felt my stomach growl. It growled loud enough to be heard through the sound of the waves crashing. I pressed my head against his momentarily before we broke into laughter because he too had heard my stomach. 

"You're insufferable!" I gave him a playful push as I stood up. His smirk never left his lips. He reached for my arm and pulled me to sit back down next to him. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at him patiently until finally he spoke. 

"I just wanna make sure you're alright? I know it's been a lot today and now getting caught by Mallory… so much for keeping it a secret." He faced me for a moment before shifting his gaze back to the horizon. He bit the side of his cheek and patiently waited for my response. 

It has been a lot, my life has been in a downward spiral since my birthday and it feels like it's not slowing down anytime soon. Whatever Justin and I did, no matter how much I enjoyed it, I knew it wasn't sustainable. I knew we wouldn't be able to keep the charade going for long. It hadn't even been a full day and we were already caught. But I couldn't deny the magnetic field around us, buzzing as our thighs touched. Begging for more, wanting to meet again. 

"I'm okay, but I just don't know if we should do that again. Getting caught once was more than enough for me." My words came out through my tight lipped smile.

"You don't know if we should do it again or you don't want to do it again?" His eyebrows pinched slightly but his smile was soft. I pondered the question because it's not like I wasn't curious about more. But in the back of my mind I couldn't help but think maybe Mallory was right, I'd have to choose what direction I wanted to take with him and Erik. Especially with them landing soon. We couldn't continue even if we…I wanted to. 

He was waiting patiently for an answer but truthfully I didn't have one. 

"I don't know," I finally responded. 

"You don't know?" His tone was sharper, his patience was wearing thin but still there. 

"No," I shook my head lightly, looking down at the floor. Trying to avoid the intensity of his gaze.

We sat quietly for a moment, part of me wished I could take that back, the other part of me wished he'd say he wanted to explore more but neither of that was going to happen. 

He scoffed, barely making noise, "I'll be okay not doing anything anymore but…it's you who I think will have a harder time staying away from me." He teased, gently placing his hand on my knee. His smug smile caused me to mirror it back to him.

"I think I'll survive, but you on the other hand, you haven't even seen me in my skimpiest bikini yet. You'll be knocking on my door but it will be locked." I teased back, putting my hand over his, slowly moving it off of my knee. I stood and faced him. 

"Hmm we'll see about that." He followed suit but stepped closer to me, hovering close enough to make me have to look up. We stood there staring at each other for a short breath, until I gave him a small push breaking the heated tension that was crawling between us. 

"I gotta change and then I'm gonna head downstairs to eat." I told him as we walked back into my room.