chapter 5

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He walks to the car. "That wasn't fair!" I just smirk.

"I've learned from the best." I flash him a wink and he mocks me. I just laugh. He starts the car and I just look at him as he drives. I slowly drift to sleep...I wake up in a bed and see that hes gone. I look around and finely see him on the floor. Then I immanently am all like awwwwwwww!!!He respects me so much he slept on the floor! (I don't know if that's true ,but id like to believe so.) I slip out of the bed quietly. I walk up to the the glass door and look out over the beautiful beach. As quietly as I can I slide the door open and take a nice breath of fresh air. I walk back in and try to open the room door. Its a very squeaky door. I can just tell by the look of it. Luckily it wasn't. I swiftly walk to the kitchen. Knowing Jake the coffee wont wake him up, but as soon as I start the eggs and bacon... hell be walking out the door. So I start the coffee.As gently as physically possible I place the pan on the stove.I glance in the direction of the door.So far im all good. I turn it on and place butter on the pan. I know he likes his eggs scrambled.So scrambled it is. As soon as the eggs hit the pan I see his head peek out of the door.I smile and make him a plate off food.He kisses my cheek

"Thanks Jess."He says in that hot morning voice. I notice hes wearing no shirt.... and boxers... I kinda stare. Then look down and see that im only wearing his shirt ... Nothing but the shirt. He looks at me and smiles. "In the car you asked for my shirt .At first I thought you were going to throw up. So I took my shirt off and gave it to you. You started taking your close off..." I started to blush like crazy. He only smiled and in that moment all I wanned to do was yell at myself. I wasn't going to because I would rather not make myself look like a mentally insane person. So all I did was look down.As I did he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the room."Get your swim site on and an outfit on over that. Meet me downstairs" I walk in the room and lock it.

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