I Can't Love You || r.s.l (SLOW UPDATES)

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Jamie

"She wore a crop top to a family dinner, mom! She's a slut!" Ross' sister quietly yells at her mom in the kitchen.

Ross' eyes widen and he drags me to the kitchen. "Ross, please don't," I beg in a whisper.

He just ignores me. "Excuse you, Rydel!? She is not a slut! She is the most beautiful girl in the world and she has much more class then you will ever have! She's a virgin did you know that?" He yells. I hide my face in his shoulder after seeing "Rydel's" and Stormie's reactions. "Exactly! You cannot call someone who's never had sexual intercourse a whore," he growls.

"She could be lying to you Ross!" His sister shouts back.

Anger builds up in me and I lift my head. "I have no reason to lie to him! He's so perfect and he's done nothing but be an absolute gentleman to me!" I pipe in.

Ross' hand moves around my waist and guides me through the kitchen. "We're leaving anyways. And don't bother calling me! I won't be home for the next week!" He smirks as we walk out.

We climb into his car and I look at my lap, fiddling with my fingers. "So they hate me," I whisper.

Ross places his hand on my knee, making me glance up at him. "No they don't. Rydel is probably on her period," he scoffs. I giggle before my breath was taken by his passionate kisses. He kisses my several times. "Ready to have the best week of your life?" He asks as he begins driving.

I nod. "Yeah," I smile.

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Ross and I put the bags in our room before rushing downstairs to the bar. Ross orders our drinks. We sit at a table, talking about random things. A few drinks later, we were both giggly. "Wanna do something?" I ask as Ross and I flop onto the bed together.

He looks over at me, his eyebrows raised. "Like what, baby?"

I shrug. "I don't know," I giggle as I sit up.

His hand runs up and down my thigh. "You were complaining about how this outfit was uncomfortable so go change," he chuckles.

I nod before going to the suitcases. I grab one off Ross' t-shirts and change. I climb onto his waist. "Remember when I asked you if we could go all the way?"

"Yes, baby. Why?" He replied softly.

I smile as he laces our fingers on both hands together. "Just seeing how drunk you are," I smirk.

He cocks an eyebrow at me. "I'm not drunk, weirdo," he laughs. "you'd know when I'm drunk."

I lay myself next to him, not breaking eye contact. "I'm tired," I whisper.

He leans over, grabbing my cheek and kissing me softly. "Goodnight, baby. I love you," he says as he shuts off the light.

I lay my head on his chest/shoulder. "I love you too," I sigh before falling asleep.