Thompson
"You can do all the talking..." He speaks.
"I'll follow up if I'm asked anything." He adds.
Bullocks...
I was hoping he does the talking.
"Okay..." I nod appreciatively.
"So, what's the story?" He asks after taking a seat.
I take the seat across from him and chew on my lip thoughtfully.
"Umm..."
What's the story Tess...
What would they love to hear?
That I had a wild night?
But would they enjoy a rather cliché romantic story? That he took care of me and nursed me and then we cuddled all night and went to the beach in the morning and I got into the water with only my undergarments, but it didn't matter because I soon lost them and we jumped each other on the sand before we went upstairs and catched up...
I clenched my thighs when I felt my core pulse.
Damn my wayward thoughts...
I bit back my smile and turned my face away when I felt it heat.
"What are you making up in there?" I meet his slightly anxious but amused expression and I chuckle shaking my head.
"You have to tell me if we were to do this together." He quirks an eyebrow.
"I know..."
"And I think we should just stick to the cliché." I nod assured.
"What? That we fell in love within a day?" He scoffs and his mockery tone gets under my skin.
He's so full of himself.
I almost roll my eyes but I remember I had to be the cute girl and I instantly muster a smile.
"Yeah..."
"And maybe I'll add a bit of spice to it once I'm alone with them." I shrug and he quirks an eyebrow before he shakes his head amused.
"Look I just need you to act-"
"I know exactly how to act." He cuts me.
"But I don't think cliché will get to them."
"I have to act a bit differently..."
"Less cliché."
"But you can keep the story." He gets to his feet and shrugs.
"What?" I frown confused.
"Look just trust me on this one." He squints at me.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"To get dressed."
"We better get down there before it gets crowded."
"This way we can spot them walking in." He speaks and I instantly get to my feet as well.
"Are you staying in that dress?" He points at my dress with slight disgust.
"What's wrong with my dress?" I choke.
"I don't know. It doesn't fit the part." He says with an unsure smile and now I begin to worry.
"I'll fetch you something from my sister's wardrobe." He speaks and my face falls.
"Umm-no thanks." I wave a hand and he frowns.
"I don't think your sister likes it when someone messes with what's hers." I shook my head and he chuckled.
"She's harmless..." He chuckles again.
He looked good smiling. I wonder why he prefers the grim face...
I realize I was staring when he looks away and the frown returns to his face.
"Come." He orders and then my feet follow his steps on their own.
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Thwaites & Thompson
General FictionTess Thompson: Not a damsel in distress. Adam Thwaites: Doesn't need saving... Drowned in debt after her parents passed away, Tess tries a couple of ways to find herself a place to stay until her house is sold. One of which is by joining a sorority...
