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"So we're good?" I overhear Zack ask him. "We're alright," Gomes mutters.

Immediately my curiosity radar was up to a thousand, but I had to reel it in as I rushed upstairs to jump into the shower.

I turn the faucet on, standing in the middle of the shower head as the water finds itself on my hair and then down to every part of me. I grab the body wash, dripping the white liquid in my hands and then on my skin. It was the ten minutes I needed - alone with my thoughts. I grab the towel nearby and wrap it around my body, covering my breasts and hiding myself till my mid thighs. I moved to the bedroom, alone by myself as Gomes was still downstairs with Zack, I presumed. I remove the towel, reaching for my bag and grabbing a black French cut panty and slipping it on.

"Was this an invitation to continue from this morning?" He asks, closing the door behind him. My heart skips a beat, immediately beating rapidly as I realise that my breasts were out on display and I guess I was freeing the tits! I quickly cup my breasts with my hands in embarrassment.

"I thought you were downstairs?" I ask him. I could feel that fluttery nervous stomach feeling and I immediately wanted to cover up some more.

"I'm here now." He moves from up against the door and walks towards me. He stops a foot away from me and stares at me through his spectacles. "Maybe I should keep my hands to myself," he whispers, this time staring at my covered breasts.

I was still very much glued to the spot and as much as I wanted him near, my brain and mouth were just not saying the same thing.

"How do you want me but get nervous when I show interest?" He asks curiously as he lets out a light chuckle.

"Umm," I stutter and he jumps on the bed and gets comfortable.

"I'll wait," he smirks.

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

"We have the whole night," he lets me know and my cheeks turn pink at the insinuation.

"We need to go downstairs," I tell him after recomposing myself.

"We don't have to," He retorts.

"We need to eat."

"I'm waiting for you to give me my food," he smirks.

"Gomes!" I say, mouth open and eyes about to pop out.

"If you don't want to, then tell me to stop and I will, but if you're not going to say that one word then I'll just continue to assume you're enjoying this as much as I am, or am I wrong, Rossita?"

I didn't want to admit it, so I kept quiet, but that was enough confirmation from me that I wasn't going to say no.

Breathe once and attempt to count the alphabet - but I only reached 'S' before exhaling. He gave me a quizzical expression as his eyes narrowed at me. I didn't stop until finally I reached 'Z' and...

"You're being weird again," he states and I nod in agreement. I'm not sure this was the start to us having sex or this was the start to... I'm not sure what this was the start of and I know I initiated it many times but now that it is here -- umm, is this even a good idea?

"I'll stop." I knew it was a lie, because right after that statement he removed his t-shirt. He knew I was taken back as he laughed while my eyes were glued to his shirtless chest.

His blond hair was hanging loosely, a disheveled appearance but even then that could never make him unattractive. He still had his spectacles on and that very smile that captured me the first day we met. I never admitted it then, but who could blame a girl for falling for a boy with the most beautiful smile in the world - at least in my opinion, because I'm being very biased right now.

"Are we having a staring contest?" He asked. "Because if we are, I am already winning," he smirked. I shook my head and sat on the corner of the bed. I focused my attention on the white sheet underneath me to avoid his daring stare.

"Scared to come too close?" He whispered and I lift my head to look at him.

"I'm not scared, I'm just..." I narrow my eyes. "What do you want to do to me, Gomes?" I ask him.

"What you've been asking me to do to you, Rossita," He used the same tone, similar to the one I used on him, and I can't help myself but to smile.

"I'm just trying to have some innocent fun," he finally says, moving close to me.

"More like devilish fun," I corrected him.

My heart was pounding when he was finally near enough to touch me, and when his hand draped across my shoulder, I could hear my heart singing and so could he. I'm not sure why my body was excited because I was pretty sure I was not going to go through with it. It's like you know you want it, but the timing isn't right or maybe that is just an excuse to avoid the real fact. I didn't want to accidentally fall pregnant and push out another little Laurasia for daddy Gomes.

He focused on my back, caressing it gently as he moved his hands further down. My body tensed a little at his touch and maybe that was because I wasn't used to that and not to mention I was still bare with just my French cut panty hiding my vagina from the outside and my hands covering my already hardened nipples. They wanted to shine - they were the star of the show after all and deserved all the attention in the world, but not today or maybe not for a while.

"I want to touch them." His mouth was at my ear and I could feel his breathing tingling my earlobe, and then he gently bit it.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea," I tell him.

"Maybe that's why I'm doing it." He placed his hands on top of mine that was covering my breasts.

"Gomes..." I trailed and then I suddenly caught myself humming in excitement and that's when I knew I was in this even though my mind said no.

"Just stop fighting it for a second," he tells me. I take in a deep breath, calming my heart rate. "Remove your hands." That wasn't a question. He didn't ask me and he didn't wait for there to be room for me to say no. He couldn't afford for me to say no, as my eyes spotted the bulge in his pants seeking to come out. He removed my hands and squeezed my breasts. I exhaled sharply.

"Relax, it's just me," he assured me.

"I'm trying," I tell him, trying to get comfortable with his hands cupping my breasts, but these were my boobs with someone else's hands on them -- that didn't sit right once it popped into my mind. I jumped off the bed and cupped my breasts -- They were mine but those hands weren't.

"I can't do it." He didn't get mad. He stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom door.

"I did put this one on myself, so you don't worry about it." He turned, walked in and closed the door behind him. A few seconds later, I heard the shower go on and then the sound of water crashing on his body. I decided then to get into some clothes and rush to join everyone downstairs.