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Juliet had texted Chloe saying she'll get here in an hour so everyone was in their room getting ready for a late lunch.

"Did you really have to say that?" I asked him, because yes, I was hurt.

"I don't know why you didn't just answer his question, it wasn't that difficult," he answers as he dries his hair with a towel before throwing it on the chair in the corner.

"I don't know what we are, and when I asked - your silence was as good of an answer that I was going to get," I tell him and he stays quiet, which is something we have gotten so used to by now.

"I like you, Gomes. There, I've said it, so what are you going to do with what you now know?" I ask him nervously. Maybe I'm just overthinking it, but what if he doesn't like me as much as I do him.

I don't want to cry, but if he doesn't say anything, I am going to burst.

He stays quiet, just looks at me.

"Why do you make so sad, Gomes?" I whisper.

"Don't say that, please don't. It's never my intention to make you sad. Believe me, I want you smiling when you're next to me as much as possible."

"But I'm sad most of the time because of you," I tell him. I watch as he winces at my words, but if we're not going to be honest today, then when?

"I'm so sorry, Rossita. I'll do better." He bites his lip in nerves and I shrug - what else could I say.

"You promise?" I ask.

"I promise to try my best," he admits. He's right - you can't promise, what you will never have control over.

"Okay." I smile.

"Come over here and give me a kiss," he says and I jump off the bed, closing the distance between us.

He leans in eagerly, slipping his tongue in mine. He bites my bottom lip and I groan. I slip my hands through his hair and tuck it lightly and he hums and I throw my head in laughter.

"Do that more when you're around me," he whispers as he coos against my neck.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Your laughter," he admits, looking straight into my chocolate brown eyes.

I smile at him and he drops a kiss on my lips.

"I like you too, Rossita," he admits to me - call me girly because I had on the biggest smile ever. "There, I've said it, so what are you going to do with what you now know?" He asks as he drops a kiss on my cheek.

"I am going to kiss you and then..." I trail as I stare at him. He holds my stare and I lick my lips. "... then we're going to end up on that unmade bed." He looked amused, as if encouraging me to continue. I grab his hands and lower them down to my butt. I swallow my spit, already feeling my mouth drying up as he squeezes my butt cheeks.

"Are you two ready?" Chloe asks as she knocks on the closed door. Gomes groans and lets go.

"We'll be out in a few," he says.

We hear shuffling from behind the door and then silence. "We should get dressed," I tell him and he nods, adjusting himself.

I didn't know she was already downstairs and by the time I spotted her, my eyes caught him from behind. This wasn't at all a good sign, and I could already sense Gomes tensing up from beside me.

"Are you fucking kidding me," he hisses and I turn to look at him. We both walk downstairs and he takes my hand in his.

"Hi you two," Juliet chirps.

"Hi. Thought you were coming alone?" I ask, a bit confused, trying not to look in Zack's view.

"It was last minute," Juliet says, pushing Zack's arm lightly.

"Hi," Zack says, and immediately Gomes's hands tighten around mine.

It was the awkward silence that followed after that had me uneasy.

"Should we go?" Cass asks, looking around at the faces in the room.

"Go where?" I ask curiously.

"We're going out to lunch," Gomes whispers in my ear and I nod.

We were the last to leave the little cottage so he pulled back a little until everyone else was in their car.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"I don't want any shit from him, but I also don't want you entertaining his shit," he says sternly.

"I won't," I defend.

"Well, I'm putting it out there," he claims.

"Gomes, just stop. I'll only be entertaining you." I lean in to kiss him, and he responds by gently squeezing one of my butt.

"What about the other butt cheek?" I tease and he chuckles.

"Gomes," I say sternly once I realise that he wasn't initiating to give my right butt cheek attention.

"Rossita, I'm postponing." He laughs.

"Fine, I'll ask Zack." He turned and his stare alone had me laughing.

"Too soon?" I tease.

"Very soon." He rolls his eyes and I stick out my tongue.

We ended up getting at the restaurant five minutes after the others had gotten there. They had their drinks already on the table with smiles plastered on their faces. Zack was the first to look up and we locked eyes for a minute before I decided to revert it back to Gomes.

"We were thinking you two weren't going to make it," Zack says as me and Gomes pull our chairs out to sit.

This was awkward - every minute that passed urged for me to get up and go. At the corner of my eye, I could see that he was staring at me and every time I looked up, he would pretend to be focusing elsewhere - but I knew better and I promised Gomes I wouldn't entertain it so I bit my tongue from making a remark.

Lunch went about as great as it could with sprinkles of awkwardness at every occasion then Zack decided to address me.

"Can I speak to you?" He asks, as he grabs my arm swiftly and brings me to a standstill.

"You can, but may you?" I ask cheekily.

"I see you've grown a smart mouth," Zack comments.

"Why are you here, Zack?" I ask him.

"I wanted to see you," he claims and I knew as much as anyone that it was all bulls of baloney.

"I should get going," I tell him as I turn to continue my walk.

"There's so much I really miss about you," he shouts, but I don't look back as I continue to saunter forward.

You leave your past where it lies so that you may have space for what your future does bring you.

If Zack is my past, then the only future that I do know has Gomes in it.