"You're going to pay for that." I whispered to her, making sure to graze my mouth across the spot that makes her breath hitch.
When I saw her remain unfazed, I leant behind her and switched on the shower... causing a small gasp from her beneath the...
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RECAP:
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."
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Becca's outfit^^^
REBECCA'S POV:
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.
