A.N.: Bigger chapter because you guys are awesome and stuff. Hope you enjoy it, please leave some feedback :)
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A few weeks later
It was a nice morning outside; I got up earlier than usual and was getting my bed done while having deep thoughts; since that night at his house, Bradley and I had kissed quite a few times. Sneaking around during dinner parties, paying each other visits in the middle of the night. It was insane, crazy, irresponsible, but I had never felt like this with anyone else before.
A light knock on the door made me drift out of the thinking and I stumbled all the way to the door.
“I’m sneaking out to the beach, wanna come?” Bradley suggested, smiling cheekily.
“The beach? How dangerous.” I teased, leaning against the door frame.
“I’m not coming back today.”
“Either way. I don’t know, I-“
“What do you have to do today, a summery, beautiful sunny day, better than going to the beach?”
“Uhm-“
“See? You’re just scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“That my mom will call yours and tell her that her little darling old-fashioned girl is going out without an adult’s permission.”
“Fuck you, Simpson. Give me 10 minutes to get changed.”
“Touched a nerve there, did I?”
“Fuck. You.” with that I slammed the door shut, hearing Bradley’s loud laugh the other side of the door.
10 minutes later I met Brad in the driveway, as he was getting into his car.
“Were you going to leave without me?” I laid my hands over my hips.
“What?” he turned his face to look at me, and froze. “Wow.”
“Wow what?”
“You-“
I looked down at my body, covered by a bathing suit and shorts.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing.”
“Well, if there’s nothing wrong then stop looking!”
He shook his head and rushed me, smiling. “Get in the car, hurry."
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“Here we are.” Brad announced, pulling up the car and jumping out of it.
“It’s beautiful!” I exclaimed, breathless.
“I know.” he grabbed a basket from the trunk and held my hand, starting to lead me. “Come here. There's no way to park the car around the house so we'll have to walk a little.”
We walked for a few minutes, until we reached a cute cottage. Brad pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the front door.
“Welcome to the fortress of Bradley Simpson plus family.” he motioned for me to go in and I did, and he closed the door behind us.
It was beautiful on the inside, open planned. As we walked in, the kitchen was to the far left, a beautiful island in the middle of it to replace a table, and to the far right there was the living room, with a big TV hanging from the wall, a coffee table and two couches. To my immediate left there was a hall, which I believed led to the bedrooms and bathrooms.
