Adrian POV

I felt like I was on top of the world as I wake up the next morning with Zoey laying next to me.

She looked so beautiful and peaceful laying with her dark luscious hair spread out across the pillow, a content expression on her face as she slept soundly.

Her body was flush against mine, our legs intertwined together.

It was a position that I wouldn't mind waking up to every day and going to bed in every night.

A content smile spread across my face, my heart squeezing when I pulled Zoey gently closer to me and into my arms, kissing the top of her head.

Gosh! I was so in love with this woman.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt Zoey stir.

She opened her violet eyes and upon seeing me, a glorious smile formed on her face.

"Morning, Ian." She greeted me, pressing her lips against mine.

I immediately responded, returning her kiss with heated desire, pulling her on top of me.

"Mm. . . Now that's a great thing to wake up to." She murmured once our kiss ended.

I chuckled, agreeing with her.

"Oh shit! Ian!" She widened her eyes, rolling off me and I already knew why.

"Well, what do you expect, Zo? You kiss a guy first thing in the morning after a mind blowing night and expect him not to get an errection?" I smirked, seeing her deep blush.

"Well. . . Uh. . . Er. . ." She stumbled over her words.

"Wow. I don't believe I've ever seen the beautiful Zoey Prescott speechless before." My smirk grew even wider as I inched closer to her on the bed. "Maybe I could render you further speechless."

She blushed even deeper crimson, if that possible, as I ran my hand down her inner thigh.

A soft moan escaped her throat when my hand stopped at her nub.

"Ian. . . We can't. . . My parents are probably awake now. . . Not to mention your's too. . ." Her breathing became rapid as I inserted a finger into her and began moving in and out. "Gosh! That feels so good. . ."

I continued moving my finger, slowly inserting another one as she spread her legs for me, her eyes fluttering closed and biting her lip as I increased my speed.

I continued this for several minutes before Zoey boldly pushed me backwards onto the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me passionately.

With the way things were going, I knew we were about to have sex again, but it didn't happen as footsteps sounded outside my room.

We both froze, not knowing what to do.

"Shit! What if it's your mom?" Zoey hissed, jumping off me and running towards the bathroom when the door handle started turning.

I ran after her, slamming the bathroom door shut and turning the faucet on in the tub.

I held my breath as footsteps sounded in my room, followed by a familiar voice.

"Ian, honey, why is your room such a mess?" My mother's voice sounded irritated. "Oh gosh and look at all these clothes! Wait a minute. . . Is that Zoey's-"

Shit! I looked over to Zoey with widened eyes, her having the same expression as I mouthed the words to her. Your clothes!

I forgot to grab them! She mouthed back.

I jumped when there was banging on the bathroom door.

"Ian, son, you aren't fooling anyone. I know Zoey is in there with you. Now, when you're done with your guys shower, you better pick this mess up!" My mom declared and before I could even respond, she was already walking away.

"Ugh!" I declared, opening the bathroom again once my mother shut my bedroom door and grabbing my discarded boxers off the floor and pulling them on.

"Well, there's no hiding it now. Your mom will tell my mom and then they'll tell our dads." A frown crossed Zoey's face as she thought of the mess we had just gotten ourselves into. "Ugh. I better go back to my room before anyone else comes in here."

She walked back into the room, grabbing all her clothes.

Once she had everything gathered up into her arms, she spun back around and faced me.

"I'll see you downstairs in say about twenty minutes? We can face the music together." She stated and begin walking towards the door when I stopped her.

"Wait." I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me, causing her to drop her clothes.

I tilted her chin upwards, her violet eyes looking at me in confusion before fluttering closed when I pressed my lips against hers.

Her lips moved in sync with mine, a pleasant heat starting to build between our bodies.

Pulling away gently, I rested my forehead against her's, smiling.

"I love you, Zoey. . ."

Zoey POV

"I love you, Zoey." Hearing Ian say those four simple words, I felt my heart melt.

"I love you too, Ian." I kissed his lips one last time before walking towards the door again, picking my clothes up off the floor on the way.

"Uh, Zoey, you may want to put on your clothes before going out there." He said and I froze, remembering I was stark naked.

"Oh right. That would be very embarassing." I giggled, proceeding to do just as he said. When I finished getting dressed, I giggled at him, saying, "You may want to go take a quick shower, seeing as your little friend is trying to peek out his front door."

He looked down at where I pointed, immediately covering his erection with his hand.

"Yeah. I'll uh go do that and see you downstairs in twenty minutes." He rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and groaning.

I just giggled as I left the room, a wide smile on my face as I made my way upstairs to my own room.

* * *

Once in my room, I took a quick shower and then pulled on a pair of baby blue lace underwear and matching blue lace bra.

I then stood inside my walk-in closet, trying to decide what to put on to face the two sets of parents that probably sat at the kitchen table, waiting for Ian and I to show up.

I sighed, running a hand through my long hair, my anxiety picking up.

I had absolutely no idea how I would explain what happened with Ian to my parents or his. And how would I explain that it all happened after we confessed our feelings to each other? Oh and that I punched Naomi Green in the face and then her and Ian broke up?

Thinking back on the situation, I felt extremely guilty. If I hadn't punched Naomi and confessed my feelings, would Ian still have broken up with her? I couldn't help feeling it was my fault things went south. Ian said he only dated the blonde to distract him from me, but deep down I felt that wasn't the only reason. What if he dated her because she was a good lover? What if I didn't please Ian like she did? They were together for several months. Him and I only spent one night together.

I hadn't realized it as my thoughts ran wild, but tears had run down my face, making my eyes and cheeks puffy.

Get ahold of yourself, Zoey! I thought and after finally deciding on an outfit, I pulled on a short sleeved baby blue silk blouse and dark jeans, sliding a pair of blue flip flops on my feet before heading over to my vanity and running a brush through my dark mane of hair.

When I was satisfied with my hair, I finally left my room and went to face everyone in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Zoey. Why don't you have a seat here next to Ian?" Rosalyn Carmichael greeted, a pleasant expression on her face as she pulled the chair out next to her son.

I just smiled back, sitting down.

As soon as I was seated, Ian reached for my hand under the table and intertwined our fingers.

Butterflies swarmed in my tummy at the warmth of his skin against mine.

"So, do you guys have anything you'd like to tell us?" His familiar voice had me snapping out of my thoughts and looking over at my father who say directly across from us.

I was so absorbed in worrying how everything would go down, that I hadn't noticed him and my mother across from me, and Greggory Carmichael, sitting next to them.

"Uh. . ." I didn't know what to say and I felt my cheeks already burning crimson.

"We slept together and spent the night together. There! It's said." Ian blurted out and I wanted to sink in my chair. "And before you say anything, I broke things off with Naomi the same day."

"Wow, son, you move on faster than the road runner." Ian dropped his head, embarrassed by his father's words.

"Greg!" Rosalyn scolded him, swatting him on the back of the head with the dish towel she had.

"So, are you two a couple now?" My own mother asked, sipping from the coffee cup placed in front of her by Rosalyn.

I thought about it before answering. Were we a couple? We'd confessed we loved each other and slept together, but did that mean we were a couple?

I looked over to Ian who seemed to be thinking the same thing I was.

"Well, we haven't made it official yet. It only happened just last night so we haven't had time to talk about it, but I'd love it if Zoey became my girlfriend." Ian finally spoke and upon saying the last part, he turned towards me, a happy smile on his face. "What do you say, Zoey? Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Ah, not so fast there, buddy. You, your father, and I need to have a talk before you even think about dating my daughter." My father stated in a firm voice, standing from his seat. "We'll talk in my study."

I groaned as Ian got up and followed, his father right behind him.

Once the guys were gone, my mother raised her eyebrows at me.

"So you and Ian did the dirty deed?" She spoke with her light French accent.

"Mom! I am not having this discussion." I groaned, burrying my head in my hands.

"So are you happy you guys slept together?" Rosalyn questioned, sitting a plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes in front of me.

"Oh my gosh! I am NOT talking about this with you guys." I groaned again and reached for the maple syrup in front of my mother.

"Aw, relax, Zoey. We're just picking on you. And don't worry about your father and Greg. They're probably in there teasing Ian like we are you. Though, your dad may throw a few threats in there since you're his baby girl." My mother remarked casually, a smirk on her face as she began sipping from her coffee cup again.

I groaned once again and decided to just eat my breakfast, hoping things wouldn't get too awkward.

Rosalyn sat down next to me, sitting a plate down of her own down.

For as long as I could remember, Rosalyn Carmichael woke up early every morning and went to work on making a delicious breakfast for everyone in the penthouse. Delicious scents would fill the entire house as she cooked, making everyone's mouths water.

"Mm. . . Delicious as always, Mrs. Carmichael." I praised her, taking a bite out of my pancakes.

She only smiled, eating her own.

Adrian POV

I let out a sigh of relief after my father and Mr. Prescott finished lecturing me on practicing safe sex and treating Zoey right.

It was very embarassing and awkward having such a discussion with them.

"Now, that we've discussed that, we should head back to the kitchen. I'm famished." Mr. Prescott remarked, rubbing his stomach for emphasis.

"I agree." My dad nodded, rubbing his stomach as well.

It would have been a funny sight if I hadn't been so uncomfortable with the conversation we had only moments before.

* * *

I stood in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom, adjusting the collar of the blue and white striped polo I wore.

After I'd returned to the kitchen with my dad and Zoey's, my mother had announced that we all would be attending a charity event that day and told us to dress nicely.

My mother's version of dressing nicely normally meant wearing a fancy dress shirt, pants, and dress shoes, followed by a tie and sleeking back my hair.

As I was just putting my tie on, Zoey appeared in my open doorway, wearing a light blue short sleeve sun dress that hugged her body in all the right places and ended at the knee. On her feet, she wore a pair of white open-toed wedges and on her left wrist, she wore the white bangle bracelet with a golden heart hanging from it that I had given to her on her sixteenth birthday. She had pulled back her dark hair from her face and placed it in a simple ponytail. She also had applied light make up to her face, acenting her natural beauty.

"Mind if I help with that?" She smiled, gesturing to the white tie hanging loose and undone around my neck.

I just smiled back as she walked over to me and began tying it.

"You look beautiful." I whispered in her ear as she reached around and fixed the back of my collar.

"Thank you, Ian. You don't look bad yourself." She commented, trying to hide the fact she was blushing deeply.

It was refreshing seeing the pink rise in her cheeks. Especially since Zoey didn't blush too often. At least, not around me.

"There. All done." She smoothed her hand down the tie, hesitating at the end of it and looking up at me with glazed eyes.

"Not yet." I smirked and before she could respond, I bent my head to her's, pressing our lips together in yet another heated kiss that day.

"Ahem. The limo is here." My dad cleared his throat, making us jump and pull away from each other.

"Oh. Okay. Better get going." Zoey said quickly and started dashing out of the room.

My dad stood, staring at me with a smug look on in his face.

"What?"

"Oh nothing. I'm just glad you two finally admitted your feelings to each other." He stated, leaving the room and I couldn't help smiling as I followed behind.

"I am too, Dad. I am too."