"We're here," Ethan said as he pulled into the driveway.

We had been driving continually for close to three hours (minus a quick pit stop at McDonald's), and now, we were finally here. We were at a house, somewhere along the Californian coast. It was a nice double-storey house, with a wide-open space porch.

"Wow, that was a quick drive. Didn't feel like three hours at all," I commented in surprise.

Ethan just chuckled before getting out of the car. "Well, that's because some of us spent two of those three hours sleeping," he accused.

"Sorry, is that a problem with that?" I snapped as I climbed out of the car.

He smirked. "Actually no, it was great. I took a picture of you while you were sleeping. Drooling and all," he smiled triumphantly.

I widened my eyes in horror and made a lunge for him.

He was too fast for me, and dashed around to the other side of the car. For a while, I tried to chase him, but I soon gave up.

"Ethan, just delete it," I snapped.

"No," he snorted.

"Ethan, please," I asked nicely.

He shook his head. "Hell no, this is the perfect material for next year's Christmas card," he laughed.

Not knowing what else to do, I just stomped my foot down angrily like a 3-year-old.

He rolled his eyes, "Relax, I'm just kidding. The picture I took was cute, and you weren't drooling," he explained.

"But you still took a picture? Careful Ethan or I might think you have a crush on me," I teased.

A strange look ran through his eyes as I said that, but he didn't say anything in response.

"Anyway, do you reckon she's still up?" I asked as we started to walk over to the door.

"Yeah, she normally goes to bed at around 10 or something."

Upon reaching the door, Ethan swiftly rang the doorbell.

"Wait, crap. We haven't practiced what we're going to say. She's going to see right through us," I hissed quietly in panic.

"Relax, all you have to do is pretend you're obsessed with me, shouldn't be too hard," he winked.

His comment almost made me laugh because he had no clue how true his statement really was.

The door swung open, to reveal a rather chipper looking old lady. She was attired in a warm looking dressing gown and a pair of snug slippers.

"Oh Ethan," she cried as she threw her arms around him.

"You just keep getting taller and taller, don't you?" she marveled, as she looked him up and down in impress.

"Yeah I know, it's a gift," he chuckled arrogantly.

"I've almost forgotten what it's like to be short," he smirked, as he shot me a pointed look.

Cocky little dick.

His grandma's eyes caught mine before widening in excitement. "And you must be the beautiful, Mia. Ethan tells me so much about you," she gushed as she reached out to hug me.

When she let go, I turned to face Ethan with an arched eyebrow. "You sure tell a hell of a lot of your family members about me, huh?" I teased.

He looked like he was about to bite back with some snide comment, but his grandma interrupted.

"Well, of course, he does, you're his girlfriend after all," she smiled.

Ethan let out a low chuckle before wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "That she is," he smiled as he kissed the top of my head. The action caused my heart to embarrassingly flutter.

"Anyway, let's get you guys inside and out of the cold," she clapped, as she swung the door wider so we could enter.

"It's so kind of you to let me stay, by the way," I said, smiling at her politely.

"Don't mention it. You're practically a part of the family," she said, looking between the two of us with a wide grin. I felt so awful for deceiving this poor old lady, she probably thought I was her future grand-daughter-in law or something.

"Follow me, I'll show you to your room," she said as she started to make her way up the stairs.

She led us into a nice comfy looking room on the first landing. In the room, there was a beautifully made queen-sized bed, and a corner door which I was presumed led to a small en suite.

"So here we are. I hope you guys have a good night's rest," she said as she turned to leave.

"Thanks, Grandma," Ethan called back as he dumped his bag out onto the bed.

"Wait, wait, I'm confused. Why is there only one bed?" I stammered out in confusion.

"Oh, when I called Ethan this morning, he said that two wouldn't mind sharing. In fact, he said it was a brilliant idea," she explained with a smile.

I narrowed my eyes. "But-"

"There's absolutely no problem grandma, as my girlfriend, Mia has no problem sharing with me. Right Mia?" he snapped, shooting me a pointed look, as though warning me not to mess this up.

I nervously laughed. "Yeah, yeah, of course. No problem at all...." I said, lying through my teeth.

"Excellent, have a good night's rest," she said.

As soon as the door closed behind her, the smile on my face instantly dropped. Swiveling around to face Ethan, I shot him a nasty glare. He looked scared, and rightfully so.

"You're an idiot! Why didn't you tell me, I'd have to share a bed with you?" I hissed.

A look of guilt crossed over his face. "W-well, I was worried you might not come, so I kinda left that part out," he mumbled as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

"And why didn't you tell her we were waiting till marriage to share a bed?"

"Just didn't come to mind," he shrugged. I didn't even grace him with a response and just rolled my eyes.

This was the last thing I needed with my budding feelings for him. Who am I kidding? They weren't even budding feelings they were a full-on tsunami wave of feelings. And they needed to be destroyed. And you certainly don't destroy those feelings by sharing a bed with the source of those fucking feelings.

"Well, I hope you're happy sleeping on the floor then," I snapped.

"No way. I'm not sleeping on the floor." Ethan whined.

I let out a long and frustrated sigh. "Fine then I guess I'll have to," I grumbled. I marched over to the bed and started angrily chucking pillows on to the floor.

"Hell no," he snapped as he bent down and started to throw the pillows back on the bed. "You must be crazy if you think I'll let you sleep on the floor." he scoffed.

"Then what am I supposed to do then Ethan," I said, throwing my arms up in exasperation.

"It's simple, we can both sleep on the bed. I'll keep to my side, and you'll keep to yours, we'll barely even notice each other are there," he explained softly.

"Okay fine, whatever," I grumbled even though I knew for a fact that I would most definitely notice he was there.

After our little spat, Ethan wandered into the bathroom to brush his teeth while I stayed behind to sort through my bag.

Oh no. Fuck. Where is it?

In a desperate search for my pajamas, I started to throw items out in a panic.

Shit, I forgot them.

"You alright out here? Why are you throwing items around like a weirdo?" Ethan teased as he poked his head out from the bathroom.

I sighed. "I forgot my pajamas..so...erm...this is kind of awkward, but do you have anything I could borrow?" I mumbled quietly.

I don't know why but it felt oddly intimate, to ask him to wear his clothes.

His mouth stretched out into the widest grin before he quickly sauntered over to his luggage. He fished out a top, before chucking it over to me.

"Sounds to me, like someone might have purposely forgotten just so they could wear my clothes," he taunted.

I pretended to be disgusted and wrinkled my nose. "Maybe in your dreams," I scoffed.

Looking down, I looked at what he'd given me and furrowed my brows. "This is just a top. Where's the bottom half?"

"It doesn't exist," he shrugged. "I don't have any spare jogging bottoms to spare. You're lucky I even had a spare top," he explained with a scoff.

Then an obnoxious smirk crept on to his face "Unless, you want me to sleep in only my boxers tonight," he sang as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Nope, no. I'm fine. I'm good." I squeaked out far too quickly.

There was no way I'd get any sleep if all he was wearing was his boxers! Quickly picking up the t-shirt, I made my way over to the bathroom so I could change.

Once I had it on, I nervously surveyed myself in the mirror. It was long enough to cover my butt, which was great, but it still made me feel kind of nervous. Because who's to say it wouldn't ride up while I was sleeping.

It's fine, Mia, stop worrying. It's going to be fine.

With a deep breath, I made my way out of the bathroom. Upon entering the room, I was immediately bombarded with the sight of a shirtless Ethan tucked up in bed. He hadn't noticed me come in and seemed pretty preoccupied with scrolling through his phone. I don't think I'd ever get used to the sight of him shirtless because fuck was it distracting.

Shamelessly staring, my mind soon started to wander I imaged what it must feel like to run my hands up and down his gorgeous pecks as he kissed me firmly, while his hands worked effortless wonder and-

"Chubs, you alright? Why are you just standing there?" Ethan laughed.

I blushed, realizing I had gotten lost in my little fantasy. "Erm, no reason. I'm fine," I laughed nervously.

Jesus fucking Christ, I needed help. My attraction to him was getting way too out of hand. I was at the stage where I was having daydreams about him. That just couldn't be normal...

I awkwardly coughed as I tried to pull myself together. "Would you mind putting on a t-shirt?"

"I can't. Someone stole my pajama top, remember?" he teased.

"Oh," I replied stupidly.

Wonderful, that means it's my own fucking fault that I'm getting tortured with his half-naked self.

"I don't mind though, I think it looks hot on you," he winked cheekily, as he made a deliberate show of looking me up and down.

I just rolled my eyes, knowing not to take him seriously. He was only saying embarrassing shit to make me blush. But despite all rational thought, I still felt my heart elevate a little in excitement.

Glancing back at him, my eyes narrowed. The idiot had moved over, so he was now sitting bang smack in the middle of the bed. Had he never heard of the notion of sharing?

With a heavy sigh, I marched over to the bed and started collecting up all the cushions, making sure to tug on the one propped up behind Ethan extra hard.

"What the hell are you doing? I told you already you're not sleeping on the floor," Ethan frowned.

"I'm not, I'm just ensuring you stick to your side" I snapped as I whacked him with a pillow, to encourage him to budge up.

As soon as he shuffled over, I started placing the cushions carefully down the center of the bed to create a division. Once I was done, I looked up at him with a happy smile.

"See, this is my side, and that's your side," I said, gesturing between the two sides of the bed.

Ethan bit his lip and looked like he was seconds away from bursting into laughter. With a chuckle, he grabbed at my neatly arranged cushions before rudely chucking them on the floor.

My jaw dropped. "Ethan. What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled angrily.

Ethan snorted. "Chubs, it wasn't exactly like a barrier made of fucking pillows was going to keep me to one side anyway," he shrugged, not seeming remotely sorry for his actions.

"Whatever, dickhead," I grumbled.

Quickly switching off the light to the room, I made my way back to the bed and slowly unpeeled away the covers. I slid in and immediately turned to my side, so I was facing away from him.

To prevent any accidental touching, I had squeezed myself up as close to the end of the bed as I possibly could. Then closing my eyes, I finally tried to get to sleep.

There was a moment of silence before I heard Ethan let out a heavy sigh and shuffle behind me. Not long after that, I felt two long arms swoop around my waist and pull me deeper onto the bed.

My heart almost lurched itself out of my chest from the shock. "Ethan," I hissed as I twisted around to face him.

I took in a sharp intake of breath when I found him a lot closer than anticipated. Those beautiful bright blue eyes of his were centimetres away and staring at me questioningly.

"Yeah, what?" he mumbled, sounding half asleep.

"You told me you were going to keep to your side," I whisper shouted back at him.

"Well, sorry, but I was just concerned you might fall off the fucking bed," he laughed.

"Are you afraid I'm gonna bite you or something?" he teased, his eyes wrinkling with amusement.

"Well, you have come close, haven't you?" I hissed, gesturing to my fading hickey.

"Oh yeah, whoops," he laughed.

"Well, I don't bite hard then," he winked.

"You're such an idiot, just go to bed," I snapped as I flipped back around. I closed my eyes, and soon sleep slowly start to carry me away.

"Good-night, Chubs," he whispered.

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