We pretty much spent the whole of Friday in bed. I was hit hard with a hangover and August wasn't feeling too great either. It was gross and painful and he was amused with me but I could tell he wanted to get up and do something.

Like he was so restless it made me feel even more sick, his fidgeting made the bed move every time he did so my mood moved between hating on him and then when he would see my annoyed face he'd pull me to him and then id be aweing for him again.

It was cute.

Apparently, Claire mixes her drinks with pills.

That's why I was so sick.

Like she unintentionally roffied me.

I was starting to understand why I needed to be more careful. I mean, I think it was clear after being sick off and on all night and then into the day as well that I don't want to feel like this. So yeah. I was now official being careful.

But yep, that's how I spent Friday, now the morning after August was up and trying to encourage me to get up and come out with him.

"But my feet." I complain.

Another lesson I learnt, don't use ballet to win a pissing contest when you haven't done ballet in a good six months.

"What about your feet." He chuckles and I frown at him, sitting up and swinging my legs off the edge of the bed.

"I bruised them."

"How the fuck did you bruise them?"

I pull off my sock and show him the clear purple line running above my toes.

"Em." He frowns walking towards me.

"So I know you wanna go on an adventure, but I hurt." I practically sulk.

He gives me a small smile. "How about a bath?"

My eyebrows raise. "A bath?"

"For you. Like I have muscle stuff because of swimming and it'll help your feet."

I nod, I mean that does sound good. "Then we can go on an adventure." I promise.

"Okay." He laughs and then he squeezes my knees, he was just crouched down by my feet looking at them and me. He stands up, heading towards his bathroom to put the bath on I guess.

I stand, my feet do hurt, like I was being lightly dramatic because this pain is almost nostalgic, I didn't mind it too much. But it really did bother me as I walked.

"My mum wants me home tonight." I say to August.

"Ignore them." He says immediately.

I frown, he was stood over the Bath. "I have Dylan's wedding in a few days."

"Who's?"

"My uncle August, you-"

"Oh yeah." He says and I watch as he runs me a full out bubble bath.

"So I need to go home, I need to make sure that they don't like hate me." I tell him.

He looks at me. "Why does it matter if they did? They hate me already."

"They don't hate you. Dad texts me every day asking me for an update about you."

"Spy." August mutters and he sticks his hand on the water to test how hot it was.

"I need to go home." I say gently.

"What did she say?"

"Nothing. She didn't even ask me anything unlike the last few days. She just text me saying please come home and I just- she's my mum Leo I don't want to stress her out anymore than I have."

"She thinks you're spiralling." August tells me. He'd turned to rest on the side of the bath as he looks at me. "Why go to someone who thinks you're crazy?"

He's really trying to make me stay.

I just stare at him a little confused.

"We'll talk about this later." I promise.

"Well why not now? When are you going?"

"This evening?"

He rubs his head. "I don't want to be alone Em."

I walk to him, frowning down at his face. "Come with me then, talk to my dad."

"You know how I feel about your dad."

"Yeah but I don't understand why. All he's doing is trying to help you."

August stares at the floor, falling into his head and I press my hand over his cheek, trying to drag his attention to me.

"August, stress is bad for my mum and my dad would never forgive me if I induce an episode just because I am being reckless and young. Like some things are more important."

He looks up at me. "Just a bunch of crazies really, aren't we?"

I am not crazy.

I exhale through my nose and his head falls forwards, pressing his forehead against my top and then he stands, turning the taps off and nodding to the bath.

"There you go."

"Thankyou." I say gently and he just gives me a nod, walking out but leaving his door open.

I don't really mind, August and I really hadn't been shy around each other as of late.

Like he fully changed in front of me yesterday. Not that I looked at the scary thing, I kept my eyes away.

I get undressed and test the water, knowing that he might have different temperature gages to me and when I add a little more cold water in, I get in.

I slide down into the water, letting it block out the sounds around me. I wish the tub would expand so I could go swimming, like I used to on hot summer Sundays with my Dad. We used to go visit mumma at the gallery and then we'd go swimming right opposite her beach front view. She always said she watched us but when I would look back at the gallery, she was never at the window.

The bath was so comforting, my feet felt better instantly. All weight being taken off and I slide under so literally just my head was out, bubbles surrounding me and covering my body.

I close my eyes.

And relax.

And I stay that way until I feel another presence in the room.

"Sorry Em." August says, looking at me. "I need to grab something."

Oh sure.

I laugh, sitting up a little but the bubbles still covering me. "Go for it."

August comes in, heading to his sink cabinet and he grabs out a new pack of razors and I sit up immediately, clutching my chest to cover me.

"What are you doing with them?"

He looks at me shocked. My urgent voice pained.

He looks down at what he has in his hands and then to me and my sat up position.

"Em, Cal just popped in. He's skint at the moment and doesn't even have the money for even groceries. He hasn't shaved so I said I'd give him the new ones I have to save him a bit of money."

I look at him hesitantly. "That is a very well thought out lie, if it is a lie."

He walks over and I panic because well I'm naked and wet and stressed.

"It's not a lie."

"Promise me?" I ask. "Because if I am in here, relaxing and you're out there hurting it'll hurt me too."

"I promise Jesus." He says. "Cal is waiting."

"Come back in here?" I ask. "When he leaves."

August nods and leaves, shutting the door behind him and I can't settle again. Not until he comes back in with his laptop about five minutes later.

"I am gonna sit on the floor and try and study. You can chill."

I smile at him. Like a full grin because I kinda just adore him yanoe?

"Study?" I ask.

"I have so much shit to do Em, but I just can't fucking do it."

"Why? Are you struggling?"

"No." He laughs, opening his laptop. "It's easy. Just head won't let me focus."

"What do you mean?" I ask. My body was back covered by bubbles, my hair in the water and I just look up at the ceiling as I wait for him to reply.

Imagine if someone said that this would be where I would be half way through August, at the beginning of the summer. I mean I would probably be delighted but I wouldn't believe them that's for sure.

"Like it's too busy."

"Oh." I say. I know that one.

We fall into silence and I slide under the water, submerging my head and letting my knees rise. I like being underwater. Things have been stressful, I have my parents stressed at me and I am just as stressed when I think about them because then I think about the fact they think I am insane when I am sure I am fine and then I think about the Yuen shit and I think about all the pain my mum went through and then I end up thinking how August makes me feel similar to the way my mum said that she felt when she was younger and searching for these guys.

Then I do think about August and I stress because what are we doing? Like we have spent so much time together and we kiss and we touch and we act like a lot more than just friends, like I think we skipped the friends stage to be completely honest and then when I think about all of that I also think about the fact he is not okay right now and I don't know what to do because for some reason I am the good person to him in all this and he thinks everyone is out to get him.

August calls my name. I lift my head up from under water.

"Breathe Emersyn."

I gasp for breath, smiling at him a little and he shakes his head at me and then his laptop is set on the floor and he slides his way over to me.

"Hey." He says, sitting down just besides the bath and I look at him a little warily.

"Hi?"

"Can I be weird?" August asks and he kneels, sliding my towel under his knees for comfort.

My head is turned to him, my eyes wide because he's very close.

"What do you mean?"

"Sit up."

"August I don't know if you are aware but I am butt naked."

"Yes Em, I would worry about you if you were in the bath fully clothed."

I smile a little at that. "Sit up with your back to me?" He asks and I watch surprised as he turns his head away, as if to let me do it without him seeing.

And so curiosity gets the better off me and I just do it, I sit up, turning my back to him and I bring my knees up to cover me.

August turns back around and then I tense, he gathers my wet hair in his hands and he reaches for my shampoo. I brought my stuff here because he doesn't really have much.

"You're-" I whisper and he shushes me and very hesitantly August starts to massage the shampoo into my scalp.

I am holding my breathe. I was shocked.

As he massaged the lather into my head, I closed my eyes and let myself drift off. The warm water surrounding me, the smell of my shampoo, and the feel of his powerful hands delicately working magic.

My whole body was goose bumping, I had never been touched this intimately before and I don't mean in the sexual way, this was so much closer than that. It took my breath away and a little part of me wanted to get angry with him. Because he should not be doing this if he doesn't feel the way I feel, if he isn't falling for me the way I am a hundred percent falling for him.

But how could I be angry when little tingles of pleasure are shooting down my neck and arms and I sighed, leaning into his hands as he pulled them through my hair.

Then he stands, grabbing the shower head off the stand and he lets some of the bath water out for a little bit, and then he turns the shower on lightly and he turns me around and in my state of utter relaxation I turn with him, letting him place me where he wants and he lifts the water to my head, letting it trickle down my back as he washes the shampoo out of my hair.

We've been silent all this time.

My eyes are closed, mostly because he's clumsily getting the water down my face and I am trying protect my eyeballs but it's also because I am utterly mesmerised by the sensuality of this situation.

He just washed my hair. That is all.

"Head back." He mumbles and I lift my chin, letting my head fall back as he carefully showers over my hair line, getting all the shampoo out.

"I've been thinking." He says. "I agree."

"Agree with what?" I whisper.

"With you."

"Well I am always right."

He chuckles and I tense when I hear the tone of his laugh, it's thick, desire laced in it and I open my eyes, looking at him.

Oh.

"I don't-" I start and August very gently trails the water away from my now wet hair to my neck, the water pressure gentle and he hovers the shower head directly over my shoulder and down to my collar bone.

He gently slides one of his hands along my arm which is paired with my other wrapped around my knees and he single handily tries to untangle them.

I gently slide back under the water, letting him watch but soon enough I am covered again by the bubbles.

"Technically Em, this isn't me touching you." He whispers and I just watch him confused as I think he moves to turn the water off. Instead he turns the plug dial and water starts to trickle out of the plug at a slow rate and then he turns the shower to it's full pressure.

My eyes widen at the noise, at how it hits the water with chaotic power.

And then he places it under the water. The chaos settling.

Well settling until he moved it up my leg, the pressure intense as it hits the inside of my thigh.

My heart.

Fuck.

"You have to have done this before." He says, looking at my confused face. "It's like a thing."

"Huh?" I whisper.

"Open your thighs Em."

"August." I say shocked.

"Do it."

Under the water August carries the shower head up along my body and then he angles it so it's directly hitting up towards me.

I grab his arm, shocked.

"Em relax." He says.

At first the sensation was warm, relaxing, his hand leant against my thigh as he angles the water so it's running over my most private areas and then he lifts it, he angles it closer, making the water hit my clit and I dig my nails into his arm.

It felt good.

Like really good.

This was- my face is burning. What is he doing?

August starts to move the shower head in little circles, making it feel like the water is massaging directly against me, and I shudder, the way my body was already wired up due to the way he washed my hair and now he was sending direct stimulation down there had my head falling back and my eyes closing.

Holy shit.

Pleasure spreads down my legs and August exhales as if he himself was feeling the pleasure I was and he presses the water closer, running it directly against my clit and I cant help it, the pressure, the intense desire flooding through me and then settling directly between my thighs makes me rick up against the water and at the even closer contact a moan slips out my lips.

August moves the shower head in faster little flicks.

I don't know what this feels like. But shit.

Holy fucking shit.

The pressure builds to impossible amounts and I let out another sound that does not sound as if it came from me and my back arches, my chest coming clear out of the water and uncovering to his eyes but I don't have a care in the world.

I was throbbing, full out this wasn't a gradual build like before in my bed, it was hitting me with intense pleasure that had me arching and moaning and August was relentless in his control. And just when the pressure was becoming un bearable August slide his hand over my stomach under the water and with the extra closeness I fell down hard. As in I came harder than I have ever before and an intense gush came between my legs and this euphoria had me calling out his name.

Well 'Leo'.

He takes the water away from me and turns everything off and I just sit up, lifting my legs up again to cover me and I wait for him to turn back to look at me.

As soon as he sees my face he laughs a little.

"Don't look so shocked Emersyn, technically I didn't touch you."

"Yeah technically." I whisper. I was shaking, I was still throbbing, the after math of that was fucking intense.

That was intense.

I don't think I can ever look at a shower head in the eye again.

Goodness me.

"I'll be out in the front room, I need to clear up our breakfast before Trev gets back."

"Okay." I whisper.

"Are you okay?" He chuckles and I nod but also I just throw him a pained look to which he laughs at. He can tell I'm slightly mortified.

"As you recover I'll be out there okay?"

"Oka."

August leaves and not long after that I get out of the bath and I wrap the towel around me. I busy myself on weakened legs, brushing my teeth again and drying my hair and washing my face.

And then I realise I left my bag of clothes back out in the front room so I wrap my towel around me more securely and make my way out, giving August a smile when he looks up from his position on the sofa at me.

"Hey." He says. "You good?"

"Mhm." I hum. "Clothes."

"Oh yeah." He says, nodding to my bag by the door. I always just take things out of it and then go and get changed, I dunno why I just leave it here.

I pick it up, heading back to the bedroom and then August calls my name.

"Em come here a second?" He asks.

I turn to him, confused and I dump my bag on the floor and he beckons me closer.

I go and sit down besides him.

In an instance I am pulled onto his lap and I gasp, grasping at the towel to stay up.

"Emersyn." He laughs and I just huff, getting comfier and I look at him expectantly.

"What is it that you want?" I ask.

August laughs and he tries to encourage me to straddle him and I just look at him as he has grown five heads. "Leo let me go get clothes on or at least let's go in to your bedroom, when is Trev gonna be back?"

August shrugs and he leans behind him and grabs a blanket, wrapping it around my shoulders and I just raise and eyebrow at him.

"Legs either side of me Emersyn."

It was a command, no question.

I just move so I can, my towel rising, and he doesn't seem to care as I end up a tad exposed on his lap. He grabs the blanket and he brings it up pulling it over our heads and I laugh a little when he creates this little bubble for us.

"Emersyn. Are you embarrassed about what I just did?" He asks and it's pretty dark under here, hot as well, I just nod once.

"A little bit."

"Don't be."

"I-"

"No listen. I know I have made this thing between us hard work and like I know I've made sex into something taboo but Em..." his hands trail up my sides and he slips his fingers into where I have the towel folded round me and he gently pulls it open. "I don't want you to think that it's because I don't want you."

My cheeks are warm as his eyes trail me.

"I want you Em. You know I do. I want to hear my name on your lips. I want to be the reason you make those little sounds that seriously drive me fucking insane."

My head falls onto his, our foreheads pressed and my towel falls down off my shoulders, meaning I am literally naked on top of him.

He doesn't seem to mind.

"Emersyn." He whispers. "Never be embarrassed around me, especially not over something to do with you wanting me. I have never wanted someone so bad."

"You want me?" I ask. "Like that?"

"Yes dickhead."

I move the tiny distance between our lips and press mine on his.