Amalia and I left Ingrid's before Abby did. But if she thought I was going to disappear and let her leave with Tanner, then she had another thing coming.

Flynn objected to keeping a watch on her for a while. But I managed to talk him into making sure she didn't sneak off into a bedroom with him.

Before I left, I found Tanner's slammed pick up beside the curb and jabbed a knife from Ingrid's kitchen into his wheel.

Flynn would have to drive the girls home and if he wanted to chauffeur Tanner as well, then that was his choice. But at least I knew Abby would go to Milly's like she said she would.

She'd figure out what I'd done, but as long as it served in prolonging the two of them being alone together, then I didn't care.

He gave me a bad vibe. All over. I didn't trust him. It seemed irrational because I didn't know him. But what I did know, was he was off.

Amalia and I snuck into the house at around midnight. The ground floor was dark. The lights were out and the windows were closed.

Amalia toed her shoes off while she leaned on the wall. The door clicked shut but it was quiet enough that Mom and Dad wouldn't hear it.

We stood there for a moment while I thought about what we should do. We could surpass the staircase and hang out in the rec room. Or we could go straight upstairs and get into bed. I didn't want to seem suggestive but I was keen to lie down.

Fuck it, I thought and laced her fingers with mine, heading for the staircase.

I'd had girls sleep over before but I snuck them in and out before Mom and Dad found out. It wasn't that I would get berated for it, but I also didn't want to risk them suggesting that Amalia should not spend the night.

I also didn't want to risk the embarrassing talk that Dad would give me in front of her. If it so happened that she met them in the morning, well, I could deal with that.

We stepped on to the second floor and I felt the blood drain from my face when I heard the sounds coming from Mom and Dad's room.

"No," I quietly groaned. "No no no."

Amalia's wide eyed scandalous expression was just decipherable in the dark and I contemplated throwing myself off over the banister.

I squeezed her hand and pulled to my bedroom as fast as I could. The audible moaning became quieter and then was silenced when I pushed Amalia inside and shut the door.

The curtains were still open and the room was mildly illuminated with a soft blue glow. I couldn't even look at Amalia. It was so fucking embarrassing that she just heard my parents fucking boning!

I kicked my shoes off and stormed over to the French doors to shut the curtains. The less embarrassment she could detect in my expression, the better.

She cleared her throat and I reluctantly turned around to see her switching the lamp on beside my bed. A dim light allowed me to see her soft smile. "Living their best life huh?"

I tipped my head back and groaned. "Ruining mine more like it."

"It's kind of sweet. At least they're still in love."

"It's not normal," I said. "Let's just forget that happened."

"I'm surprised," she sat on the edge of the bed with her hands under her thighs. "I didn't think you were capable of feeling shame. Not with the things I've heard from you over the last week."

I chuckled and started pulling my jeans down. I noticed Amalia's gaze lower before her cheeks turned a soft pink and she averted her gaze.

"It's true, not a lot gets to me. My parents fucking like animals is on a short list of things that bother me."

"At least it's not fighting, right?"

I threw my jeans across the desk chair in the corner of the room and noticed she seemed almost. . . sad for a moment. But she raised her head and smiled.

"Yeah. I mean their arguments are pretty mild most of the time. Mom just gets pissed off when Dad acts like a man child. Her words, not mine."

She raised her brow as I pulled off my t-shirt and threw it in the same place my pants had landed. "Are you done?" She asked with amusement. "Or do you sleep nude?"

"You can strip down too if you want?"

She narrowed her glare with a chastising grin.

"Hang on," I crossed the room and pulled my drawers open. "I think I've got a pair of sweats in here."

I found the smallest pair I could and gave them to her before crawling into the bed on to the bed and sliding under the covers.

Leaning against the headboard with a hand behind my head, I watched Amalia unbuttoning her skirt.

She didn't look at me while she did it, but she slid it down and I felt my dick thumping at the sight of her black lace underwear and her plump cheeks. She peered up at me as she put one leg into the sweats.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

She raised her pitch to be mimicking and girlish. "Like I'm the only girl in the world."

"You might as well be."

She straightened up and tossed her hair behind her shoulder as she pulled the sweats up. "You are smoother than silk Lucas Lahey."

"Can you say that to me in Spanish?"

She stood beside the bed with a curious expression. "Eres más suave que la seda lucas lahey."

"Uhhhh," I groaned, staring at the ceiling. "Yeah I have a full on stiff now."

She sighed and shook her head, pulling the covers back so that she could slip in beside me.

She looked so good in my pants, she was drowning in them and had to roll the waist up and pull the drawstring. But her toned midriff was still exposed because of her crop top and I turned on to my side, watching her while I tried to fight down the raging hard on in my Calvin's.

When she was done with the pants, she pulled the sheet up and leaned back against the headboard, glancing around the room with a soft sigh. "I like this room."

I looked around. "Yeah. Sure. It's cool I suppose."

It was standard for the most part. The bed was in the middle of the right wall. The headboard was soft and the linen was a dark almost black blue.

Framed football jerseys hung above us. A large closet, the door to the ensuite and a mirror were at our opposite and on the furthest wall from the door was a set of French doors that opened on to a small private second floor patio.

There was also a desk, computer and stereo on the same wall as the door. As well as a hamper, a bunch of sports balls and a set of drawers.

"How are your arms feeling?" I asked.

"Fine. I hadn't thought about it until now.

I laid on my side and propped my head in my hand while she leaned over and switched off the lamp.

While my eyes adjusted, I could hear her shifting around and getting comfortable. I could feel her figure moving closer, I could smell her sweet spice.

When my eyes eventually adjusted, I could see she was on her back, staring at the ceiling. I shifted a little closer.

"Photo op," I snatched my phone from the side table. "Smile."

The flash shuttered and when the picture came up on the screen, I smiled at Amalia pursing her lips with her eyes squeezed shut. Mine were half closed from the bright flash but I was grinning like an idiot. "Can I post it?"

"Who will see it?"

"Anyone who follows me. So I dunno. Thousands of people."

"My sister?"

I nodded and knew what she'd say before she even opened her mouth.

"No I don't want my Dad to get hold of that. Plus I kind of attempt to set a good example for Bernie."

"Fair enough," I nodded. "I'm saving it though."

I was a little disappointed I couldn't show her off and announce I was in bed with the most beautiful girl in existence. But I wasn't going to push her on it.

"One more?" I said, holding the phone up again. "Give me a kiss on the cheek."

Her breath fanned my cheek as she silently laughed, leaning into me. I pressed the capture button and quickly turned my head to the side giving her lips a lightening fast peck.

She inhaled with an amused gasp as I laughed. "You are such a—"

"Stud," I interrupted and lowered the phone to look at the photo. It was perfect. Our lips were barely touching but it looked like a sweet puckered kiss. "How adorable are we?"

"You know," she said as I saved the photo and thought about setting it as my screen saver. "If you wanted a kiss, you could have just asked."

I threw the phone to the end of the bed and rolled on to my side. She had my full attention. Not that she didn't before. I pushed her hair from her face.

"Amalia," I murmured. "Can I kiss you?"

She didn't answer. Instead her hand came up around to the back of my neck and she raised her head as she lowered mine.

Her full soft lips met mine and I inhaled a sharp breath as our mouths moved together. It was instant undoing.

My hand came across and rested on her waist, clutching her smooth skin under the cropped shirt as the kiss deepened.

Our tongues met and lapped at each other. My hand travelled up her side, feeling the curve of her boobs and travelling further until I wound my fingers in the strands of her hair.

She tugged and pulled the back of my hair as her body arched into mine. I threw my leg over her frame so that she was pinned beneath me.

The feeling of her levitating between my legs made me breathless as our kiss picked up pace and speed. Both of us began to claw at each other with more need.

When I pressed my rock solid dick against her centre, she gasped and I felt the familiar signal to strip her naked and fuck her until she was writhing.

But I said I wouldn't. I told her I could prove a point and I was failing. So while it was torture, I pulled back and rolled off of her.

We both laid on our backs, side by side, laboured breathing filling in the quiet.

"Na," I shook my head while I tried to think of literally anything but touching her. "We uh. We can't. We're taking our time. I'm proving a point."

"Mhmm," she agreed.

"I can't think. I need a second to think."

"Me too."

I gave her a thumbs up and contemplated taking a cold shower. "Tell me you don't want me," I said. "I need you to tell me you're not ready."

It wasn't like I would touch her without permission, but she was into that kiss and if she told me she didn't give a fuck about waiting, I certainly wouldn't want to care either.

"I uh— I'm not ready," she said with a small voice. "I want to wait for a while. So we get to know each other. Mhmm."

"Sweet. Good. Me too."

But damn, I couldn't stop thinking about how fûcking incredible that kiss felt.

"So you don't even want to kiss?" She asked.

"You won't want to give in if we carry on doing that?" I'd certainly want to throw waiting out the fucking window.

"You have a point," she rolled over so her back was to me. "That was— well it was— let's just say if I was a dude, I'd be hard."

I laughed and pulled her in, wrapping my arms around her waist, holding her close while she rested her head on my arm. "Well as you can tell," I said, pressing a little harder into her butt. "That is the current problemo."

She laughed. "Eso es desafortunado. I'm right there with you."

"That doesn't help woman," I kissed the nape of her neck. "Stop speaking in your sexy native tongue, temptress."

She giggled and hugged my arms against her front.

"I really like you," I told her, whispering against the side of her head. As much as I loved kissing her just now, spooning her felt damn good as well. "Like, a lot."

"I like you too."

Waking up beside Amalia was perfect. Duh. She kicked the sheets off while she slept. It was super disrupting all night.

I kept on being stirred awake to her tossing from side to side while she kicked at the sheets so her legs were free.

But whatever. I could deal. She looked adorable in the morning. Nest hair and smudged make up with her lips parted and a soft snore.

She'd smiled with narrow tired eyes when she woke up and rolled out of bed with the request of the bathroom. So I pointed at the ensuite and watched her butt as she stumbled over to the door, shutting it closed behind her.

While I dressed, I checked my phone and saw a text from Flynn that had been sent at around half past two in the morning. He'd been sending regular updates all night.

Most of which were similar, Tanner and Abby hadn't snuck off..

Just dropped Tanner home, after I dropped the girls at Milly's. Watched them go inside. Babysitting duty is done. Thanks for that. Tanner is pissed about his wheel by the way.

I snorted at the screen and could not have mustered up a single fuck if I tried.

When Amalia was freshened up, dressed in her skirt from last night with her hair pulled back into a messy bun, I switched with her so I could have a shower.

When I was dressed in a pair of chinos and a black t-shirt, we went downstairs. I promised Amalia a bagel and coffee before we went to the tattoo parlour.

In the kitchen, I paused at the sight of Mom sitting at the kitchen island with her hot tea and her phone. Memories of last night made me shudder.

But the more horrific part of this scene, was Dad. He stood beside Mom in his boxer shorts while he watched the little television that hung from the corner of the ceiling above the fridge.

YouTube was open and a video of Abby and I in the middle of a fight with a red head was playing.

Dad turned around with his coffee in hand and only glanced at Amalia for a fraction of a second before he fixed me with a sarcastic smile.

"Well here's TMZ star number one," he narrowed his stare. "How was your night last night, son?"

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I started reading pride and prejudice and while I can keep up with it for the most part, I do have to keep my google dictionary open for regular clarifications of certain words. Imagine if we still spoke like that.

"For she laid with the Lady's promised," said she, her countenance not betraying the deepest desires to express impertinence. Her tone was supercilious. "She was of the lowest class. A hedge-creeper with the intent of walking amongst the elite in which she hoped to achieve through seduction rather than being practiced in the arts."

Soz. Got a bit carried away there. Lmao