I don't know how but somehow it seems everything has magically begun to fit back together. I've stopped worrying about my education and instead I'm more than excited for the Mission Trip in November. Mom and Gemma will be arriving within the week for the Summer Holiday and will stay for the ritual June through September break in London.

I love that Mom isn't afraid to stick to our traditions when Dad will be missing from them. It'll keep the comfort of our traditions in place, meanwhile, it'll exclude the person who doesn't deserve to be a part of our traditions.

And this thing with Ollie is incredible. Not only have I got my best friend back but he's brought happiness to a part of my life I didn't know I had been missing. It's like he's shown me that falling for someone is something that should be celebrated not treated as an inconvenience of a chore. Yes, it's very clear I'm falling for him. I've always loved Ollie, even when we drifted apart I always looked back at him with fond and happy memories. And now that we've come back together It's quite obvious the second I stopped fighting him- or more so my feelings for him - I am falling for Oliver Thomas.

Of course, I'll be keeping this monumental information to myself. Because I don't know what the time apart from November to April could do, especially when we aren't officially together. I want the assurance of being Ollie's girlfriend but how do I expect him to ask me when I still want to keep our relationship solely between us? And after everything, I put him through when I first got here I don't want to pressure him into anything. Especially for a title on a relationship, I don't want anyone knowing about. Talk about having my cake and eating it too.

"I've got one week here, so I'll be able to see your mom and Gemma before I have to go back to Scotland," Ty says as we all lounge outside in their back garden under the Summer sun.

"How's the team looking this year?" Ollie asks him sitting on the ledge of the chaise lounger that him and I are sharing, forcing my legs to be bent tightly so my bare feet don't touch him. Ollie's been purposefully trying to get under my skin and touching me or brushing past me every time we are together at George and Jane's.

And frankly, it's working.

Ty shrugs, "Alright, we're a young team. I reckon we need some more mature players."

"Ugh, why do we have to talk football every time Ty is here." Maggie lets her head fall back against the chaise lounger she's sunning on and adjusts her sunglasses down her nose to give her brother's a glare.

My lips crack into a grin, and the boys continue their football talk like her interruption didn't even occur so I take a glance at her sketchbook and the fashion magazine she has spread open. "What are you working on there?" I ask her, knowing I'm no substitute for my sister in the fashion department but I can at least make an attempt.

"I'm putting together a fall look-book." She says handing me her large sketchbook.

I open it to the page she was working on and I'm completely impressed. I knew Maggie is talented, but as I skim through the finished sketches of beautiful clothing I'm completely shocked. "Wow, these are gorgeous, Maggie," I tell her my lips spreading large and my chest filling with flutters appreciating the pretty pieces that came from her own mind.

"Thank you." She says flipping through the fashion magazine not looking at the photos but instead reading the captions. "I've got a hunch that Olive green will be the it color this fall season." She says, and I glace back to the sketches and most of them do have that green hue.

"I love it, Mags. Everything here is beautiful."

"Thanks, Mur. One day I'll actually turn these ideas into something real but until then, I'm working out my certain 'touch'."

"Well...Why not do it now?" I ask her, and her eyes lift from the magazine looking at me like I've got three heads. Ty and Ollie's conversation about football has also ceased. Maggie's eyes thing and she adjusts herself so she squared off and faced me from her lounger.

"Since when do you jump into something unplanned?" She pins me with her eyes, and for a moment she glances at Ollie then back to me.

I force a laugh and shrug, "I'm just saying if you should do it you should do it."

Maggie chuckles and then this time looks to Ollie, "What's going on with the two of you?"

Eek!

"Going on? We're friends. Like always." Ollie says, rather convincingly I might add. If he didn't sneak into my room last night before I forced him out I would be panicking his words might be true.

"You sure are rubbing off on her, Oliver."

Ollie laughs, surely at her choice of words, and shrugs, "No idea what you're talking about, Mags."

"What are we talking about?" Jane appears adjusting her large sun hat with a book held under her arm.

Oh, God.

"That I think I met a girl." Ty blurts out and everyone forgets Maggie's catching on and looks in shock at Ty.

"Wait, are you serious?" I ask him, for a moment unsure if this was to divert the attention from Ollie and me, but he only nods.

"Like one you actually fancy for more than one night?" Ollie asks dumbfounded. I want to give him a knock for being rude, but Ty just snorts a laugh.

"What's her name?" Jane asks beaming and still slightly in shock.

"Summer. It's still early days but yeah."

"Shut up, you aren't lying?" Maggie laughs shocked as everyone else.

"No - why does everyone think I'm lying about this?" He asks the group. I stifle a laugh because even I know Ty enjoys girls. As in plural. It's hard to picture him narrowing his affections to only one.

"Do you want us to say that out loud, with Mum here." Ollie cocks an eyebrow.

"What is her last name, I'm about to dig up the goods," Maggie says already swiping her finger on her phone.

"She doesn't have any social media." Ty grins wide, as if he's pleased by this.

"What is she fifty? Are you into cougars or some shit?" Maggie freezes, and Jane sighs loudly while Ollie chuckles.

"No, she's my age."

I suddenly feel like a horrible friend that I don't even know. I know I've had a lot going on, but I wish he'd told me about this.

"Awe, my baby. I'm happy for you, I bet she's a sweetheart, you always like the sweet ones." Jane says as she takes a seat in one of the garden chairs. Ollie and Ty give each other a glance and Ollie's lips spread wide and Ty shakes his head, silently telling him to shut his mouth.

"Thanks, Mum. She's pretty cool and doesn't mind the fact I'm tied up with football most of the time."

"Where'd you meet her?" Ollie asks him. Again Ty gives him a look of horror and shakes his head.

"Tell us about her, Bruv. We're all so curious." Ollie probes and I nudge him with my toes to tell him to be quiet.

"Oliver, if he wants to talk about her then he will," Jane says, giving Ollie a stern look. I giggle to myself because if Jane spoils Ollie to the max, she protects her youngest even more fiercely. Ollie turns to look at me, feigning shock I've just giggled at him getting into trouble. His eyes drop down my skin heating as if he's actually touching me and I nudge his thigh with my toes again.

"Stop." I mouth and hide the urge to giggle.

"What?" He grins and his eyes roam across my chest, so I cross my arms tightly in an attempt to hide the fact that just by this one heated look from him, I'm getting turned on. "Why are you blushing?" He asks me, knowing exactly why I'm blushing.

"Yeah - you're bright red, Mur," Maggie interjects and grabs the sketchbook from me and flips to the page she had left off on.

"I'm...hot. It's hot out here." I say clearing my throat and stand excusing myself to go to the 'bathroom'. But with a glance over my shoulder, I see Ollie's playful eyes are still on me. I allow my lips to finally break into a grin and grab the handle and step inside the house, fanning myself because on top of it being hot out there I am completely bothered in the best way.

I enter the kitchen and grab a glass from the cabinet and begin to fill it with the water from the sink. "I thought you had to use the bathroom?"

I jump and laugh when I see Ollie practically appeared out of thin air leaning against the counter.

"Jeez, you scared me," I say and take a quick sip of the water.

"You scare easy."

I give him an eye roll and stop as the water hits my lips and he steps closer, looking at me the way he does. The same way that causes my stomach to flutter.

"We can not mess around right now," I tell him setting the glass down on the counter and try to sound authoritative.

"I'm not messing around." He plays innocently and grabs my hand from the glass I've just set down and tangles his fingers between mine.

"Ollie," I warn him but can't help but smile. I shake his hand out of my own and step around the island, only to giggle when he follows behind me. "Don't even think about it." We both know I want him to think about it.

He grabs my wrist and his other hand pulls my waist, but I wiggle out of his grasp and use the island to get away from him.

"I'm thinking about it, in fact I reckon I'm tired of all this sneaking around." He chuckles and catches me again, this time lifting me up and planting me ontop of the island.

"Oh, my Gosh. I'm in a skirt." I tell him when he fits himself between my open legs. I push at his waist and attempt to pull the fabric of my dress down to cover my thighs.

"You're always wearing these dresses. You know I can't help myself." He says snatching up my lips, practically sucking the air right from my lungs.

I was bothered before, but now I'm simply beginning to melt. I've actually loved all this sneaking around. It's exhilarating.

"Ollie, they're literally right outside," I say pulling my lips from his and shoving at his waist between my legs. Thankfully, George is at work today, so I know no one will surprise us from coming down the hallway.

He grabs my shoving hands and fixes them behind my back then begins sucking on my neck, I make to protest but the only thing that comes out is a pleased moan. "I knew you liked this sneaking around stuff." He growls out and instantly the space between my thighs flutters. His hand gathers my wrists together and the other palms one of my breasts.

"We should - find some p-privacy." I stammer, already out of breath.

"I reckon I'd like to fuck you right here in the kitchen." He chides pulling the thin strap of the sundress down exposing my bra and pushes hard against my breast.

It's obvious that is the worst idea imaginable, but with him touching and handling me like this it's like my head is in the clouds and I'm very tempted to do just about anything with him.

His lips find mine again, and our tongues twist and flick around each other all the while the liquid heat builds even more in my panties and the ache between my legs has turned into full-on pulsing.

My legs open wider, my body reacting to him as if it's inviting him in without my mouth's consent, and I take one of my hands back and grab him on the outside of his sweatpants.

Ollie sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth and lets out his own husky moan.

Both his hands begin groping my breasts and I do this same to his crotch while we heavily breathe into each other's mouths.

"Fuck, you are going to get us caught, Trouble," Ollie smirks and takes my bottom lip between his teeth.

I was loving this, it's like I've been deprived of him since Italy and the only time we can actually be physically intimate is secret naughty moments where we needed to be quiet or quickly while his family didn't notice.

He grows hard against my hand so I try to stroke him despite the material of his pants making it more difficult.

We freeze when the muffled voices of Jane and Ty are heard approaching the back glass door.

"C'mon - there's no way we're stopping here." Ollie pulls me from the countertop and we dash through the kitchen down the narrow hall just as the back door opens.

"Mur? Olls?" Jane's voice calls loudly, Ollie takes two steps on the staircase at a time and I try not to laugh out loud running behind him, "You lot upstairs?" She adds.

"No, go back down!" Ollie whisper-yells twisting around nearly barreling right into me. "Go!" He laughs pushing at me slightly then opens the coat closet near the front door. We quickly dive inside and Ollie shuts the door, his tall body taking up most of the small closet while I'm plastered against his torso. "Shhh." He says because my giggling is surely being heard outside of the closet. "Do you want to get us caught, Giggles."

I crane my neck to get a look at him hunched slightly in the packed closet and nearly lose it. His lips stop me from busting up into a loud cackle and his hands resume their groping, this time though, pulling the straps of the dress and bra down baring my top half to him.

We're a mess of burning hormones and needy hands. We both touch and stroke each other, fighting to keep silent in the closet that has us both sweating and smelling of sex.

Ollie shimmies my panties down my legs, and kick them off then whimper when his hand cups me between my legs, "Fuck, Murry. Your fucking soaking." I moan into his mouth when he begins to pump a finger in and out of me. His lips press against mine and he says between his messy kisses, "You need to be quieter."

"I can't." I exhale loudly and plant my hand loudly on the nearby wall to keep myself from literally melting into the floor of the closet.

Ollie removes his fingers leaving an ache that could probably drive me insane if he left me like this. Only, he spins me around and presses on the curve of my back and lifts the bottom of skirt then without his normal communication he pushes himself inside and clamps a hand over my mouth.

"You can scream my name all you want now, Trouble."

Phew, these two are naughty!

I'm guessing Murry's awful Closet experiences can be forgotten and replaced with this ! HA

Thanks for reading everyone! Keep in mind Jolene (Murry's mom) and Gemma will be arriving soon.