Heath drives us to his house and I feel like I look like a wet dog because of how soaked my hair still was. I didn't even have on proper clothes and I felt like I was about to freeze to death.

I had texted dad that I would be staying with a friend and at first he was skeptical because to his knowledge, I didn't have any friends. But thankfully with a few of my convincing words he managed to let me stay.

I told him my friend was a girl because if I even mentioned Heath, he would flip.

Heath unlocks the front door and we walk in, the first thing I hear is Beau's happy whines as he wags his tail, firstly approaching Heath. Heath bends down to acknowledge Beau, which is so adorable how friendly he is with him.

"I'm cold, do you have any clothes I can borrow?" I shiver dramatically to show him and he walks into the kitchen.

I bend down to pet Beau because he's my baby of course, he's such a cutie that I would squeeze him if I could.

"Paw." I hold out my hand and he obediently sits and holds out his paw, his tongues out as he paces.

"Well aren't you a smart guy? Muah" I crouch down and kiss him on his cute head.

"Thalia." I hear Heath call out and I scurry off into the kitchen.

"Yes, hunny? How may I assist you?" I drag myself into the kitchen where he was drinking something in a cup.

"What's in that? Can I have some?" I walk around to be next to him and peek into the cup but he shoves me away.

"No" He grumbles and chugs the drink once more.

"I wanna know what tastes so great" I said snatching up the cup before he could even take it back.

I was sneaky like that.

I quickly take a sip from the cup and I could smell the stench of beer before I even tasted it. Nasty, I don't know how he could drink that as often as he does.

"Ew, tastes like gasoline" I gag and wipe my mouth.

"I told you no" He furrows his brows.

"And when do I ever listen?" I made a point and realize that I still barely had clothes on.

"So do you have clothes for me to borrow or not? Because believe it or not, I'm still cold." I raise a brow and he nods.

"Come upstairs." He walks around me and walks up the stairs to his room, I follow him.

We walk into his room and at first it was dark but he turns on a lamp and I can finally see. How is his room always so neat? Does he even sleep in here because it looks as neat as the last time I was here.

He walks over to his closet and pulls out a long white shirt of his and some shorts. Comfy.

He walks over to me and hands me the clothes, even some boxers.

"Uh are these-" I look down at the boxers.

"No, they're not used." He scoffs, already knowing what I was thinking.

"What? I had to ask. You never know with people." I shake my head, turning around to what I think is the bathroom.

"The bathrooms that way." Heath mutters and points to the opposite side of the room.

"I knew that." I didn't and I think he knows that too, I walk into the cleanest and biggest bathroom I've ever walked into in my life.

It's no surprise that it was just as clean as his room, I really should tell him to clean my room. He even has a bathtub and a large mirror by his sink.

I change out of the bikini that I had on and replace it with the clothes he gave me. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw just how big his clothes looked on me, I rolled up his shorts so that they fit my waist better.

My hair was starting to dry and I neatly ran my fingers through it to make it look not so messy.

When I walked out of the bathroom Heath was texting away and I was curious to who he texted besides me. Maybe he really does have other friends. I find that hard to believe actually. No offense.

"Do you have other friends?" I curiously ask and he looks up when he notices my appearance.

"Do you?" He quickly responded and puts his phone away.

I frown as I really think about it, I just recently started making actual friends. Before it was just some mini acquaintances here and there, but they never really made an effort to hang out with me.

"Of course" I lie, and hope he believes it. His eyes avert to me in his clothes and he walks closer to me.

"You look good in my clothes." He smirks and his hands travel down to my waist, pulling me in closer by the shirt.

"Let's see you in mine." I blurt out and I'm pretty sure I just ruined the moment. I tend to do that.

"Just kidding, although now that I say it I do kinda want to see that." I think and giggle when I actually imagine it.

"You're weird" He shakes his head and I finally notice that he's changed his clothes too. He must've changed when I was in the bathroom.

"And you're so cute." I smile and make myself comfortable on his huge bed as I make myself at home.

"What are you doing?" He asks, seeing me seated on his bed.

"Getting ready to sleep" I pat the pillow behind me to poof it up.

"In my bed?" He walks himself over to the other side of the bed and just stands there.

"I thought this is where I was gonna sleep.." I trail off, realizing that maybe he wasn't thinking that.

I crawl on the bed to try to get off because I'm starting to think I probably just invaded his own space.

"Stay here, I want you to sleep with me." He says quietly and I snap my eyes in his direction.

"To be clear you mean like actually sleep with you not the other thing, right?" I have to make sure because you honestly never know.

"Sure." He gets into his side of the bed and I get myself comfortable again on his bed.

"Can I ask you something?" I look to the side of his face watching him. Not in a creepy way.

"What did Henry say to make you so mad?" I finally ask what I've been thinking about since the drive here.

He doesn't make any reaction to the question and just fiddles with my bracelet on his wrist.

"Things I don't like to hear about you." He responds and I have a feeling it was probably something untrue that Henry made up.

That rat.

It was silent for a while as the both of us think our own thoughts and finally he speaks.

"How's your hand?" He takes my slightly less injured hand and holds it in his warm one.

"Better, I think it was just an in the moment kinda thing." I open and close my hand to show him that it was fine.

" He kissed me before you came" I inform him and I see his jaw clench from here. He holds my hand tighter in his but it doesn't hurt.

"But it was the most awful kiss ever. He creeps me out." I shudder just thinking about him. Him and his weird smile.

"Wanna know who was my favorite kiss?" I wiggle my brows at him and he nods.

"Harry Styles, the guys an amazing kisser. And he sings, can you sing?" I ask and he shakes his head no.

"Who is that?" He asks and I can't believe he doesn't even know who Harry Styles is.

"Just the most amazing man ever" I look away in admiration. When I turn my head back to him, he's already glaring at me and I laugh.

"I'm just kidding. He's a celebrity, and it's a crime you don't know him but we'll talk about that later." I put that aside for now because they're were more important things to be discussed.

"Who was your best kiss with?" I turn to my side and I'm excited to hear what his answer is.

"There's too many, I forgot." Well that wasn't what I expected but then again I'm not surprised he's kissed many girls. Look at him.

"Oh." I slouch down on the bed.

"Yeah, same." I pretend to relate but I can't even remember my first kiss, I just know it happened.

Did that mean he forgot our first kiss? Did it mean nothing to him? Maybe he just thought of me as a friend.... Who he kisses.

"I was kidding before. I think you were my favorite kiss." I admit, staring into the distance.

"It's okay if I wasn't yours, I get it." I do, maybe he thought I was a bad kisser.

"You were, obviously" He suddenly says and I look at him to see if he was being for real.

"Really? You're not just saying that because you feel bad?" I sit up on the bed and watch his reaction.

He shakes his head and I squeal, throwing myself on him and wrapping my arms around his neck to hug him. I hug him nice and tight, I feel him tense and I back away.

"Sorry, I'm a hugger" He doesn't really hug me back and I wonder when's the last time he's been hugged.

He keeps his hands on my waist and I just now realize I'm sitting on his lap. He keeps me there and I just look at him, a strand of his dark hair fell loosely on his face and I reach my hand out to push it away.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" I ask, just wondering.

"I have to work." He answers, looking down at my lips.

"I'm going to my moms house tomorrow. Can I see you after you're done working?" I tilt my head slightly, and I feel him move his hands towards my lower back.

My gosh.

He says yes and I look forward to spending more time with him. I think I'm starting to grow on him.

I feel a dip on the bed and turn my head to see Beau jumped on the bed and is now laying on my spot.

"I took his spot. Does he sleep with you?" I ask, reaching out to pet Beau.

"He sleeps in his own fucking bed" Heath looks at me as I gently brush my fingers against Beau's head. Poor Beau looks so sleepy.

Heath tugs on my shirt, well his shirt technically. He brings my attention to him and I move away from Beau. Someone wants attention.

"Kiss me" Heath whispers, looking at my lips and he traces circles around my bare leg.

"I didn't hear a please in that sentence" I squint my eyes and he rolls his own.

"Please my ass" He leans into me and kisses me himself. Obviously I don't push away and let him kiss me.

I let him kiss me for a while before I push him away.

"If you want to kiss me again, you have to learn your manners. Say please." I cross my arms and he pulls me in closer, squeezing my waist.

"Please fucking kiss me." He says but I don't even get a chance to do anything before he begins kissing me again.

Remember that harsh kiss I was talking about earlier? Well this is the kind of harsh kiss that is actually pleasant because Heath is the one doing it. I don't want anyone else to kiss me like this.

I wrap my one arm around his neck and play with his soft hair. He holds my jaw with one hand and squeezes my waist with the other. He gently takes my bottom lip in his and bites, but quickly places gentle kisses after.

I finally back away to breathe and he looks like he wants to devour me in kisses all over again.

"Try forgetting that." I said, referring to what he said earlier. I let out an uncontrollable yawn and move away from him.

"I'm tired" I said and he tells Beau to get down. I frown when Beau wakes up from his sleep to actually move.

"Can't he sleep on here?" I ask frowning.

"No" Heath says looking at me. I mimic him and get off the bed to walk over Beaus bed.

It was almost too small for him and he didn't even have a blanket! Oh hell no, I'm not letting him sleep like this. What if he gets cold?

I walk towards the bed and pull off one of the fuzzy blankets from Heaths bed.

"Thalia." Heath says my name as if it was a warning.

"How could you let Beau sleep in such a small bed? He's almost on the floor. And he doesn't even have a blanket." I sigh and bend down, putting the blanket over Beau.

He was already sound asleep and I think I could hear him snoring a bit. There now, he's warm.

"Shame on you for making Beau sleep like some animal." I shake my head as I get on the bed again.

"Is he not one?" Heath sasses back but i shush him.

"Shush. Go to sleep." I get under the covers and lay down.

I hear Heath let out a sigh as he turns the lamp off and gets into the covers himself.

"That was my blanket." I hear Heath complain and I kick him with my foot.

"You can share, you're sharing with me. What's the harm in sharing with Beau?" I close my eyes trying to relax.

"I like sharing with you, not with Beau." He admits and I'm glad he can't see my smile in the dark.

"You're so cute, Heath." I chuckle and finally try to let myself sleep.

I feel Heaths hands come around my waist as he brings me in closer to him. He wraps his arms around me and puts his head into my neck as he finally sleeps.

Who knew he could be so clingy. And not in a bad way.

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A/N

Another chapter with them 🥰😫

7/17/22