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My mouth remained open when he handed me a large black bag with gold writing on it. Tissue paper peered over the top of the bag but I couldn't bring myself to open it.

"For tonight." He said and urged me to look inside.

"Sam I canno-"

"Just open it Rebecca." He spoke calmly and he once again tucked a stray curl behind my ear.

"Wait, what's happening tonight?" I asked, trying to change the subject as I didn't feel comfortable taking another gift from him.

"It's a surprise."

Becca's outfit^^^

The evening quickly rolled in and we had both gotten dressed up for a reason still unknown to me. The bag that Sam had previously urged me to open, contained a beautiful black dress with an open back. Somehow he got the sizing perfect as the dress fitted like it was made for me.

To say that I was impressed,was by far an understatement.

We spent a while on his yacht, which was one of the most breathtaking experiences of my life. We talked, laughed and ate delicious food until the sun had sunk into the calm waves.

There were only a couple of lights scattered across the private beach, making it hard to see a clear path for both Sam and I whilst we stepped off the yacht.

But the thing that I least expected to fall into was a huge table filled with various bottled drinks.

"Um sam wha-" My words became caught in my throat, when the beach began to fill with hundreds of people.

He held out his arms and spun around, gazing at the open sea in front of us before turning back towards me.

"Surprise. It's your welcome party." He grinned and I forced a smile for all of the staring teenagers.

"Um. uh I don't know what to say." I nervously laughed.

I can't deny that I am well known back at home. I was always invited to parties, until people began to realise that I never showed at any of them. I enjoy the company of others, don't get me wrong, but party's strangely fill me with so much anxiety and I tend to make a conscious effort to avoid them at all costs.

In my younger teen years,I was much of a party animal and never felt these emotions but I guess they were just fun places where you could kiss your crush in spin the bottle.But after that unforgettable sixth form houseparty, I have always felt uncomfortable and light headed in party-like situations.

"Becca, what's wrong?" Shit. It's not like I can tell him that I don't want to be at the huge party that he took his own time to host for me.

"Oh nothings wrong! you um- you didn't need to do this though, I'm only here for a month." I attempted to hide my dread from his concerned gaze but I couldn't tell if he could see straight through the act.

He pulled me into his warm arms, however the hug did nothing to aid my nerves as I felt suffocated beneath him.

"Tout pour la jolie dame." He said after I pulled away from him and got handed a drink. I exhaled a large amount of air, somewhat glad that I still didn't understand what he meant whenever he said that.

I began to take a swig of the strong substance and enjoyed the long-forgotten burn that followed it.

One swig became two,as quickly as it became three.

I was now violently gulping down the liquid until the bottle was removed from my grasp.

I shot a glare to the tall boy who now held it effortlessly in a strong grip, showing me that I wasn't going to get it back anytime soon.

"Slower." Sam spoke warningly.

Ugh. Now where can I get my liquor courage?

He took my hand into his large one and guided me towards a large group of people, obviously not not noticing the visible panic on my face.

As if the growing crowd noises weren't bad enough, A loud boom made my heart sink further into my chest and the floor vibrated slightly. The song 'Mount Everest' by Labaranth began to echo around the beach and bright, flashing lights quickly followed.

Maybe it was the alcohol kicking in.

Maybe it was me trying to live in the moment.

Perhaps it was even my undying love for euphoria and the resemblance that this crowd had to Nate Jacob's party.

Either way, I began to allow the fuzzy feeling to take over my body and gave it permission to control my actions.

At first, I began to talk to the many people that I was introduced to by Sam. None of them could fully understand what I was saying, but I believe that it was better that way.

And whenever Sam looked in another direction... I would take another shot.

Although Sam didn't see me do this, I felt uneased with the chilling feeling of being watched. Knowing that I would never find who the eyes belonged to in such a large crowd, I let it go.

I'm just being paranoid. I told myself.

My head span and my heart raced as we made our way towards the dancing crowd. Sam kept a firm grip on my waist, after I jokingly attempted to run away from him.

And just like that. We danced.

It started off innocent, but his hands soon began to explore my body desperately, feeling all the places that I longed for a pair of hands to be.

The booming music was now in full swing and the lights flashed on and off to the beat of the song, making the surroundings appear almost trippy to my lightweight self.

I couldn't stop myself from giggling when his hands grazed a couple inches up my dress.

Although I was intoxicated to the bone, I knew what I was doing when I pulled his lips onto mine.

He didn't hesitate to continue the kiss and his hands found their way higher up my dress, causing me to unintentionally moan into his mouth, but this seemed to only encourage him.

He swiftly pulled me up and around his waist before pushing through the raving bodies, not once breaking the kiss.

Nothing about Sam was sloppy, his tongue slowly tugged at my own, as if it was second nature to him.

It was only when the loud music became fainter and was replaced by the sound of waves rolling on sand, that I realised Sam was heading for the water.

I pulled away from him to breath out my words.

"Shit I-I'm not wearing a swimsuit."

"I guess you will have to go without one then." He spoke, catching his breath in-time with my own.

He obviously had no intention of hiding the mischievous glint in his eye ,as he strode deeper into the refreshing waters.

With one hand underneath me, his other once again found its way to my dress. This time however, he didn't waste a second to pull the material over my head, leaving me in my black lingerie set.

"Let's finish what we started yesterday." He whispered huskily. There was no room for questioning in his voice, as if he was simply stating a fact. He locked eyes with me, the situation so intense that neither of us could look away.