Chapter 5- Aly

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OKAY SO, THE MASTER BEDROOM? Out of this world. Yep definitely, I had to be dreaming. The first thing I noticed was that the walls were made of glass, it was dark now, but I could perfectly picture how much natural light entered through them during the day. Like everything else in this house, this room was huge. Austin had said the room was in the third floor, but he didn't mention the room was the third floor. There was this monumental bed against the wall, a couple of armchairs on the other side, surrounding a coffee table. I honestly didn't get why rooms like this always had to have couches. Probably to fill the empty space... Yeah that must be it. I noticed two doors next to each other. One must be the bathroom, but the other one...

"This is the dresser room". He said while dropping my bag inside. Of course it was, it wasn't custom for me to have dressers and bathrooms inside the room. But I guessed none of this was custom for me.

"And this right here is the bathroom." He said when he opened the following door. He made a move with his hand so I would follow him inside. I opened my mouth in awe. I should have expected to feel like that every time I entered a new room in this house. It had two sinks and a shower separated from the bathtub. Oh, the bathtub, it looked more like a jacuzzi.

"Everything in this place is dreamy Austin" I told him. He came closer to me and put his hands around my waist. I put my hands around his neck as he leaned in to kiss me. His rough lips against mine, waiting for me to part them so he could deepen the kiss. I did, and welcomed his tongue inside my mouth. When he kissed me, he really kissed me, sometimes I felt he was too desperate, like he was hungry for me. I liked to feel wanted, I loved how I made him feel, how his pulse goes off the charts when he kissed me, however, it also worried me, because I didn't feel like that all the time. Don't get me wrong, I did feel the butterflies and that stuff, but it wasn't like the books described it, I didn't feel like my heart was going to explode from my chest and my stomach didn't turn into nots in lust. Maybe it was because I was still a virgin, and I hadn't experienced it before, and I haven't felt all those kinds of feelings, yup that must be it, I was still an innocent girl. Well, not so innocent...

He started pulling my shirt up and I pulled away. I didn't want to go there in a bathroom, not right now at least.

"Is something wrong? He asked, though he looked more annoyed than concerned.

"No, but I think we should get back down, maybe get some dinner ready?" I asked.

He pressed his lips together.

"Sure baby." He said and smiled. We left the room and headed to the first floor.

Steph, Jared and Scott where in the middle of a pool game.

"Hey there you are." Steph said. "Scott here is kicking both of our asses in pool, I suck at this game." She said leaving the stick with the other ones. "I give up" She told them.

"Yeah me too, I'm going to lose anyway." Jared said.

"Probably true." Scott said. Scott has been Austin's best friend for like forever, he was cool, I mean, of course he treated woman like things he can parade around, but he was funny, actually, I thought he was a good guy. Last, but not least, he is unbelievably hot. He is tall and his blond hair is wavy and falls to his face, his eyes, some kind of green I can't quite put a name to. And his body? Well, let's just say that like Austin, they spend hours and hours a week in the gym. They are both on the lacrosse team, a sport which I couldn't quite finish to understand completely, I just saw a bunch of guys with sticks passing a ball, the rules were really complicated. Austin had tried to explain them to me, but it was a lost cause, me and sports? Yeah, they didn't go together. Still, I go to most of his games, you know? To be a supportive girlfriend. He came to the spring musical, where I got the lead singer, and I was really excited about it, but... he kindda looked bored the whole show, I didn't blame him though, those kinds of musical were not for everyone.

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