It was 11pm, and Tia is fast asleep. We were watching a movie on my laptop, but you could never trust her in staying awake for the full movie. She fell asleep even earlier than I expected but I'm just assuming that's because we went shopping today and she was really exhausted from that.

I couldn't get myself asleep either because I could hear music playing from next door. There's a party going on. I really want to go but I don't want to go by myself and uninvited.

I bite my lips, contemplating whether to go or not.

Fuck it.

I get out of bed and quickly wear a pair of denim shorts with a bandeau strapless top. And I sneakily leave the house.

Already the party seemed lit. It was annoying though, because it was right next to our house. This was the biggest house out of all the Lake houses, whoever owns this house must be rich.

I enter the house, and I'm already filled with the aroma of alcohol and horny teenagers. I make my way through the kitchen to occupy myself instead of liking like a weirdo just standing around. The kitchen was quite crowded so it was a bit difficult to find the water bottles because there was many people blocking the fridge.

"Excuse me." I say, nicely might I add but in response I just got people giving my dirty looks before leaving the room. I open the fridge to see only beers. "What type of host doesn't serve water?" I question myself out loud.

"Me." I hear a familiar voice, which in response I look to my side and see the one and only rude/ stalker / sex obsessed boy, who is currently sitting on a stool with a girl on his lap who's moving up and down.

I'm assuming they're having a type of sex.

"This is your house?" I ask, trying not to get disturbed by the moans from the girl. "And are you always having sex?"

"Yeah, my parents are the owner of the whole lake house company." He grunts as he guides the girls hips, up and down. "Yes I'm always having sex. You would too if you fit around me."

"Why are you assuming that I don't fit around you!" I exclaim, it's kind of annoying. "You've never even had sex with me."

"You never corrected me." He tells me before moaning when the girl tugs on his hair. That was the most attractive moan I've ever heard. "And you.. never... offered to.. have sex." He says, in between each pause he grunts, before lifting the girl of his lap, and quickly pulling his joggers up and disposing the condom in the bin.

"I don't offer myself to people." I cross my arms. "Because once you sex with me, you can never go back."

He smirks before washing his hand and shooing the girl away. "I think I need to test you out."

"Same, I need to see if your really good or if every girl you fuck is weak." I whisper, getting closer to him. "Cus I ain't, and I need someone with a really big dick to fill me... but I don't think your the one." I say, looking down at his area before leaving the kitchen.
•••
It's been nearly 2 hours, and to say I'm sober would be a lie. I've drank so much alcohol that I've lost count.

"Let's play spin the bottle!" I hear a girl scream, before sitting down on the floor with a bottle in the middle. Sure enough most people form a circle. Even the rude / stalker / sex obsessed guy. I really need to find out his name.

I sit right opposite him in the circle and I could just feel him staring right at me.

A few games later, it was already my turn.

"Go on then, spin it." A boy tells me, staring at me daringly. I reach for the bottle and spin as fast as it goes until it lands on someone. "Lucky you. It landed on Aiden."

I lift my head up to see who it is. I'm in shock. No way is the guys who's been rude to me, stalked me and practically said that he wanted to have sex with me is called Aiden. "Uhh.. can I spin it again?"

"What? No! Those aren't the rules." This girls says, shaking her head. "Anyways... I dare you to go with Aiden in that closet for 5 minutes." She says, pointing to the closet with her head.

Aiden stands up, challenging me with his eyes, his stare is so deep and intense. I'm not going to seem weak in front of him. So I stand up, wobbling a bit since I did have a lot of drinks.

I follow him into the closet, hearing the group of people behind me cheering. The closet was huge, it was practically the size of my bedroom back home. A walk in closet would be something to die for.

"So what do you want to do?" I ask him to ease out the awkwardness.

"The thing everyone does when they're dared to go in the closet." Aiden chuckles, taking a few steps towards me as I walk backwards until I reach the small table dresser in the middle of the room.

We're a few millimeters away.

"What's that?" I ask him, innocently. I tilt my head to get a better angle.

"This." He says, before placing his soft lips to mine. This kiss feels way too familiar. His calloused hands reach for back and he starts to play with the hem of my bandeau top. His fingers go all the way round until it meets the side of my boob.

His hands are traveling down my stomach, his touch so light, his fingers somehow slips under
the strap of my top and it's ripping me apart, it's aching in my core, it's a pulse beating in every inch of my body and I'm trying to convince myself not to lose my head when I feel the straps fall down and everything stops.

Then I feel his lips against my shoulder, soft and scorching and tender, so gentle. His mouth is on my body and I'm doing nothing to stop him.

But all of a sudden he pulls back.

"I think that's our 5 minutes over." He pants out, looking down at me.

"Let's make it 10." I say, without trying to sound out of breath. I take my hands and intertwine my fingers and reach for the back of his neck and pull him down.

He kisses me again, this time stronger, desperate, like he has to have me, like he's dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. The taste of him is making me crazy; he's all heat and desire and I want more. I've just begun reeling him in, pulling him into me when he breaks away. "I've never felt like this after a kiss." He admits, placing his forehead in mine.

My chest is moving up and down, my mind is fogged. I have no idea what's happening. "I have... after Theo's party."

He comes face to face with me before creasing his eyebrows. "What?"

"Your the guy I kissed in Theo's kitchen." I tell him, which he swallows in response. "Why didn't you just say hi? Tell me it was you? You didn't need to put the façade." I laugh off.

"I did." He says, arguing against me. "After that kiss I couldn't stop thinking about you. I knew your name was Mercy and once I heard your name again once you came to the lake house, I knew that I had to stay away from you."

"You didn't stay away from me though." I point out. "You literally were everywhere I went. Why?"

"Because I don't want to take my eyes off you."

"I'm sorry this is happening way too quick, and I can't even process all of this." I tell him, there's no way after one kiss he feels like this.

"Mercy." He says, lifting me on the small table dresser, shifting himself in between my legs. "Please." One of his hands glides around to my lower back, and the other hand meets the back of my head. He takes a handful of my hair and gently tugs until my throat is exposed to his mouth. I wince the second his lips meet my neck, because staying quiet is a lot more challenging than I imagined it would be.

Very challenging.