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"That you're going out for dinner bitchhh. Oh my word look at the time, we need to hurry...you need to shower, and I'm gonna do your makeu-"

"With Ashton?" I asked but she gave me a strange look.

"I mean, the contact says Sam and he claims that he wants to talk. Something about last night..."

I couldn't hide the way that my face dropped when she mentioned Sam's name.

It's not like I wanted for it to be Ashton. Right?

Although it wasn't a topic that I was ready to talk about, I knew that I had to accept his invitation and tell him why I freaked out yesterday...

...I needed to tell Sam everything.

"What did you mean earlier when you mentioned the way that Ashton looked at me?" I asked Maisy as she applied a thick layer of maskara onto my lashes.

"So you care now?" She replied and when I looked up at her, all I wanted to do was to wipe the smug look off her face.

She was bloody enjoying this.

"No. I was just wondering..."

"Sure you were." She laughed, obviously not believing me. "Well, when he was carrying you back from the car last night-"

"He what?" I questioned and raised my voice a bit too much.

"Oh sis, you were out like a light. How much alcohol did you even drink?!"

"I lost count after my 8th shot...of vodka." I cringed at my own behavior and rubbed my head.

"Sheesh..." She mumbled. "Well yeah, I was gonna go but it was super late so Ashton carried you into your room but there were like no sheets on the mattress or something. I think he slept on the floor but I'm not too sure as I had already passed out in Josie's room!"

"How didn't I know about this? Wait...Does Ethan know about last night?" I pushed further.

"No thank god both him and Josie were preoccupied." She sighed but her eyes immediately widened and she continued. "Pre-occupied by sleeping in the movie room with blankets and pillows- uh-"

I took the lipstick from her hand and began applying it. After smacking my lips together with a pout, I handed the product back to her but pulled it back when she tried to take it.

"You know...I'm a girl of many talents Maisy. But a great talent of mine seems to be knowing bullshit when I hear it." She began to laugh at my suddenly serious demeanor but I didn't allow myself to join her.

A couple of knocks on the bathroom caused both of us to shift our attentions.

"Come in" I called and the door swung open to reveal Ashton in some shorts and a black T-shirt.

"Uh- someone's here for you Becca." He spoke in his beautiful deep voice. I could already feel the blush creeping up on me but I wasn't sure if it was visible due to the thin layer of makeup that coated my skin.

I threw on some tall black heels and mouthed a 'I'm onto you bitch' to Maisy as I made my way towards Ashton.

As I came closer to him, I accidentally bit my lip from the suspense of my evening out, earning me a jaw clench from Ashton.

The action placed a proud smirk on my lips and I strutted past his inviting scent.

Ashton:1, Becca:2 I thought to myself as I made my way down the long corridor.

Some footsteps behind me pulled me back from my thoughts.

"Becca! You forgot your phone." Maisy called as she ran up to me. I gave her a brief hug before muttering that Ashton's timing had worked in her favour and continued walking to the front of the house, only to meet Sam standing on the driveway in a polo shirt and shades.

As he spun to face me, he instantly adjusted his trousers and looked me up and down before pulling a single rose from his hand.

"Tout pour la jolie dame" He said as he placed it in my hand.

"You know...you never actually told me what that means." I said as I looked up at him, placing a hand over my eyes to shield from the blinding sunset.

Before he answered, he pulled off his shades to reveal his kind eyes and placed them on the bridge of my nose. He smiled and stood back, assessing how they fitted me.

"I think in English that it means 'Everything for the pretty lady'." He spoke and took my free hand into his and walked me towards the spotless white convertible at the end of the driveway.

I couldn't help the smile that crept up onto me when he opened the car door for me. What did I do to deserve this boy?... He was too cute.

It wasn't long before we reached a large restaurant with pretty fairy lights decorating the exterior.

Sam strolled around the car and opened up the door for me to step out. One heel after the other, I stood on the smooth concrete road and we walked together into the modern building.

Waiters rushed to set us up with a red velvet boothe and we were ordering our dinners in no time.

"You look lovely tonight." He said and took a sip of his alcoholic drink.

"Thank you, not so bad yourself." I replied with a smile and notioned to his outfit.

"Not bad?" He questioned with a growing smirk.

"The last thing that you need right now is your ego getting any bigger." I rolled my eyes and joked at him.

"I'm going to pretend like you never said that for your sake." He said.

"And why is that?" I leant closer to him and he licked his lower lip, however a waiter carrying two steak and chips strayed us from our actions.

"Merci." We said in unison as the young man placed our dishes onto the table.

The delicious food was enough to make me slouch back into the comfort of the cushioned boothe.

"Not tempted by the dessert?" Sam asked. It was completely out of my nature to decline anything sweet however there was quite literally no room for it to go!

After offering to pay the painfully expensive bill, I was somewhat relieved that Sam insisted on paying.

We were heading towards the car when he pulled me against the bonet and leant me against the clear white surface.

"People are here!" I whisper yelled and he simply shrugged before bringing his face towards mine.

"But I still need my dessert." He whispered back and positioned his lips on mine.

Although It was expected, the kiss was too slow and intimate for someone who I was meant to leave in less than a month... It felt too affectionate.

I know what you are thinking, but I hardly know the boy and my strange fear of receiving love and care wasn't helping the matter.

A stab of guilt pierced through me when I pulled back from his loving actions.

"W-we need to talk." I breathed out.

For some reason, I expected him to become angry or irritated at the four words. But instead,he locked eyes with me and nodded his head. After standing up from and stepping away from me, he turned on his heels and held out a hand for me to take.

"There is a small bench on the beach." He stated, implying that we made our way towards the tranquil waves.

"Then the beach it is." I smiled and took his offered hand into my own.

...Here goes nothing.