THE SUNLIGHT IS streaming directly at my face. I could feel the heat and it was making me so uncomfortable. Like my lenses are burning even through my closed eyelids.

I groan and turn around, my body bumping into another. My eyes immediately snap open. If my body should bump into something on my bed it should be pillows or Juliet, and neither of those are hard. I blink continuously as I finally wake up and see that I'm lying down close to a peaceful Ian. He looks so peaceful, his chest rising up and down. I smile and jump down the bed, heading straight to the window and pulling the blue gray plaid curtains down, keeping off the sun.

I look at the room I just spent a night in. Its neat, very neat. The queen sized bed we slept on is at a corner of the room pressed against the wall. On it is a really comfortable blue-gray plaid comforter covering white sheets. There's a wooden table and a chair facing the other wall, the wall where the door is also located, on the table is a laptop, a camera and textbooks - all neatly arranged.

There's also a double wardrobe and futon couch. The walls are painted blue and gray – wow, at least now I know his favourite colour. There's a painting of an ocean, the colour of his eyes and another framed landscape photography and a bunch of other photo glued to the wall, I'm guessing he took those himself. There's no single picture of him or his family, or even his baby brother. The room's cosy - too cosy.

But its Ian's room and I spent the night here. With him. On the same bed. I'm about to squeal but my squeal gets cut off once I remember something. I quickly search for my phone and find it on the floor where I tossed it to last night. I check my call log and I don't see any missed call. Then I check my text and sigh in relief when I see the most recent text sent out.

Me << Mum I'm staying over at a friend's house. It's already late. Goodnight.

I turn to Ian and he's still sleeping peacefully. I don't know whether to wake him or not. Whether to go out or not. What I do know is that I'm sweaty and in a dire need of a shower, so without further ado, I strip down and head into the bathroom that's thankfully attached to the room.

Yesterday was fun. One of the most fun I've had in a while. Drunk Ian was just too precious and adorable. The only downside of the night is that I got to haul his heavy self around but at least that got me to his bed. Our first night together. It was splendid, everything I imagined staying with him would be. We didn't do anything, except sleep but I don't mind. As I bathed with his soap, under his shower, the smile on my face remained intact.

I wrap a white towel around me and stepped out of the bathroom, back into the room. Ian wasn't on the bed anymore, the room's empty. He probably went downstairs to great his parents or something like that. I walk to his wardrobe and start looking for something to wear, just as I finally decide on a black shirt with x-ray drawing on a the front, the door to the room opens and I immediately duck behind the wardrobe door. It won't look great if anybody that isn't Ian finds me here.

I sigh in relief when I see that it's Ian. He's even whistling.

"You scared me, I thought it was going to be one of your parents." I say coming out of the wardrobe with the shirt pressed against my chest.

Ian stop whistling, looking over me. His mouth parting bit as he looks me from head to toe. I immediately just realize that I still have a small thin towel wrapped around me, just that. Only the towel. My face turns red and so does the rest of my body as Ian's eyes scans over.

"No-- it's just-- me." He stutters out, eyes glued to my body.

I bite on my lip, "do you--" deep breath. "Do you think this shirt would look good on me?"

Ian doesn't respond and just nods. I smile and finally have the courage to look him over. He's shirtless, his hair glistening with water like mine. He has shorts on and a towel over his neck. My eyes drifted to his bulging bicep. Specifically the hand with the tattoo running down it. It doesn't look like any ordinary ink tattoo, beneath the ink... the skin-- his skin beneath the ink looks red. And not the 'I'm blushing red'.

Ian starts walking and my eyes snap from his hand to his face. He's still looking at me and his eyes are darker, just like the time we kissed. And just like that, all thoughts of his tattoo disappears as he stands right in front of me.

"At this point, I believe everything and anything," he places a hand on my cheek and I let out a gust of air from my parted lips, relaxing into it. "Including nothing, would look good on you."

I swallow and manage a smirk, despite the fact that everything in me was going up in flames and Ian's touch seems to be the only thing to quench it. "Aren't you supposed to be dealing with a hangover?"

"I am." He closes the space between us, his body touching mine. "But I can deal with other things too."

"L-like what?" I splutter out.

I don't get that question answered because Ian closes the last distance between our lips. His lips claiming mine. A low moan escape as the shirt drops down to the floor, my hands going up around him. Ian's hands trail down from my cheek, down my bare arm, to my body and stopping at my waist, pulling me closer to him.

Its like we can't get enough. There was this rush and passion, I can't explain it and soon we're moving until my back hits the wall, Ian's towel long gone. Our lips part to let us breath and Ian trails down my neck, kissing me like never before. Another sound bubbles out of my throat and soon we're kissing again, Ian's hands all over me. His hand eventually reaches my butt and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him. My towel's knot comes undone and right before it falls...

The door knob rattles.

"Ian--"

In a space of less than a minute...I jump off him and Ian creates distance between us. I hold my towel tight.

"--are you in there? I heard..." The woman trails off as her eyes land on us both. They slowly widen and she blinks. I remain frozen in the spot by mortification.

I see the woman gulp and clear her throat. "Ian, come out please." She nods at me before closing the door back.

Ian turns to me and I look up at him. We stare at each other until our eyes start glowing with amusement and he smiles while I hold in a laugh.

"Go, she's waiting."

"You'll be fine?" He ask, then backtracks. "I mean--"

"Just go." I say smiling. He starts walking and before he's out, he winks at me.

Oh Christ.

Ian Maurice is going to be the death of me. I feel so cold without his body pressed up against mine. I quickly discard all my lustful thoughts and quickly start getting dressed. I put on my bra because there is no way I'm going out to probably face Ian's parents without one, especially not after what went down. I pull on Ian's shirt and its really big on me and smells just like him, giving me back a little warmth.

I start looking for something to wear beneath the short but nothing of Ian fits. I finally settle on black boxer shorts and I know I'm so going to regret this. This is a completely failed first impression. Not only did the mother meet me at for the first time in a compromising situation alone in her son's room, I'm also going to get introduced to her looking like a homeless person. I should just wear my dress from last night. My eyes move to it, lying limply on the futon and that idea disappears immediately. It reeks of alcohol and sweat. I sigh in defeat when I look around and I don't see a single thing I can use as a head band. I hurriedly braid the end of my hair so it doesn't look as disheveled as it feels.

"Tonia just let him be." I A male voice that isn't Ian say sounding tired and amused as I try to quietly descend the stairs.

"I knew it. I just wished you told us about her. Why didn't you, huh, Ian?" A lady says, the one that came to the room I assume.

"Ma you didn't 'knew' anything. Roxanna is a friend and like I've said a thousand time, she just slept over and bathed this morning. Nothing scandalous happened." Ian says and I blush. I feel like just bolting out the door instead of getting to meet them.

"Well, I wouldn't call it scandalous but I believe him Tonia and you should too." The man says again - dad I guess.

"Well he's never done this before. I was worried that you'll never get friends and then I see this." Tonia says then laughs. "Oh Ian."

"Roxanna's special, okay ma. Don't think she's a call girl." He practically pleads.

"Oh I don't think she's a call girl." Tonia says and as I come down the last stair, I see that she's wearing a smile.

I clear my throat and the three of them snap their eyes to me. I bite on my lip to keep my composure steady and my feet to the floor. "Uh, Good morning."

Tonia literally shoves Ian out of the way so she could walk to me. "Morning dear, how are you?"

"I'm good." I breath out, "dandy."

"Give the girl some space." The man sitting on the sofa says and Tonia rolls her eyes.

Okay...

"Oh, sorry dear. I'm Tonia H-- Maurice." She says smiling broadly.

"And I'm Rick Maurice." The man says.

I feel some nervousness lift off me and I smile back. "Anna Richards." I glance at Ian and he's already looking at me.

"Its so nice to meet you, Anna." Tonia says clapping her hand down on mine. "You're staying for breakfast right?"

"Um, actually," I look up to Ian to silently ask if its okay. I want him to say no because I'm so not ready or prepared for breakfast with the parents.

"Won't you need to actually make breakfast first before that?" Rick asks and Tonia just ignores him.

"It's settled then." She says, cupping my cheeks. "What's your favourite breakfast meal?"

"Um... Anything would do." I say still confused about when it was settled.

"Eggs?" I nod and she cheerily turns away walking into the kitchen. Mr Maurice gets up, salutes at me and then walks away following his wife.

"I'm sorry. I've never brought anyone home and that's why they are like that." Ian explains.

I laugh, "its okay. Your parents are... so different."

"Different?"

I nod. "From you."

Ian crosses his hands. "How so?"

I stick my tongue into my cheek, looking away. "Well, they're cheery, friendly, inviting, all smiles."

"And I'm?"

"Broody, closed off, all frowns..."

He places a hand on his chest. "Harsh, Roxanna. Are you saying I'm... a grouch?"

"Well," I toss my hair back. "I wasn't going to say it like that."

He glares at me but eventually smiles. "It's hard to be mad at you now that you're dressed in my clothes. I didn't think they'll suit anyone other than me."

"Well, I am different." I say referring to his earlier statement.

Ian blushes, "You heard that?" I start nodding but then Tonia calls him and he excuses himself.

I relax on the back of the sofa, taking the time to look around the room. There's nothing special about the living room. It's just like every other modern living room. There's a long sofa, an arm chair, a coffee table, flat screen and a vase. There are pictures but they are all about Tonia and Rick. Anybody can tell that they love each other, it's clearly seen in their eyes. Their both brown and hazel eyes.

Rick and Tonia look nothing like Ian. Rick has on dirty blond hair and Tonia's hair is a short brunette. Rick has brown eyes, Tonia's hazel. None of them are as tall as Ian and whereas Ian looks a bit tan, anyone can tell he's a natural pale but Rick and Tonia have this natural tan colour that almost looks Hispanic. There isn't a single picture of Ian or his baby brother. And where's the brother? Still asleep?

Is Ian anti photo? Where does his turquoise eyes and looks come from? Where's his nine months old baby brother?

Just as I have all this questions churning in my head, Mr Maurice comes out from the kitchen with his ringing phone.

"Damn it." He says looking at the screen, having forgotten that I'm here. He answers the call. "Hello? Yes, Mr Rick Howard speaking."

Ho- what?

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Theories? Is Ian hiding something? What's he hiding?

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