Roles Reversed

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He pulled back from me a while later.

"Does this," he said, gesturing to us, "mean I still have to sleep on the floor?" He whispered with a smile.

I swatted his arm. "Yes, it most certainly does."

He sighed. "Fine. We should probably try and get some sleep now. I think we have to be at breakfast at seven-thirty," he grumbled.

He twisted a piece of my hair between his fingers as he spoke.

"Goodnight then," I said, softly kissing him again, just because I could.

He smiled at me. "Goodnight."

I switched off the lights and made my way to the queen sized bed. Once I was all settled, with the pillows where I needed them, Shay spoke up from the floor.

"Hey Sash?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"That's wasn't just the champagne talking and stuff back there, was it?" he asked.

I considered my answer. If I said yes, it could possibly ruin this weekend but it would make things less awkward with Leah. If I said no, I would be telling the truth.

"No, Shay, it wasn't," I replied.

Shay POV

Since it was dark, I knew she couldn't see my smile.

"Just checking," I said.

"Goodnight Shay," her beautiful voice whispered.

"Night Sasha."

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The next morning, I woke up to someone singing. I rubbed my eyes and got off the floor.

I checked the time. It was 7:00, and we had to be downstairs for breakfast at 7:30.

I walked to the bathroom and the singing got louder. I knocked on the door and the melodic noise stopped.

"Shay? Is that you?" she asked curiously behind the closed door.

"Yes, who else would it be, chickadee?" I asked her.

I felt a tug at my mind when I called her that, but I brushed it off.

"I don't know," she laughed.

"Can I come in? I need to get ready too," I said.

"In a second. Hold on," she said. I heard some things being moved around before she stepped out wearing a white bath robe. Her hair was damp, telling me she had showered. She didn't have any makeup on. She looked more beautiful to me now than she had ever looked before.

I didn't realize she was talking to me until she asked me a question.

"Which one?" she asked.

"Um. Can you repeat the question please?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

"We are going out right after breakfast and we might go to the beach. Which bathing suit should I wear?" she asked me.

I looked at both of them. One was the blue and yellow bikini that I saw yesterday. The other was a different type top-it had straps-and it was all black.

"Uh," I stumbled over my words.

"Which one would I look better in?" she asked.

"You would look great in both," I said, trying to be agreeable.

That was not the answer she wanted.

She dropped her arms to her sides and huffed.

"Don't move," she commanded me.

She went back into the bathroom, still carrying the bathing suits.

She can out seconds later wearing the all black one.

My eyes widened. "No. No, with a side of no, topped with more no."

She looked taken aback. "Is it really that bad?" she asked worriedly.

I realized my mistake. "I didn't mean it looked bad, I just meant that it's a little, uh, mature?" I tried.

"I'm nineteen, Shay. I am mature," she laughed.

"But you look too mature in that one. Next," I said.

What I wanted to say, was that there are a lot of creepy men in California and if she went out in public like that, then other men would look at her the way only one man should. Her boyfriend or husband. So, I was actually doing her a favor.

"Is this any better?" she asked with he hand on her hip.

She looked hot. The bright blue and yellow made her skin look golden tan. Not to mention her curvy figure looked gorgeous and not slutty like the last one had conceived.

I'm sure the reason she blushed was because when I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out.

I walked up and kissed her cheek, just because I could.

"You look stunning. Much better," I complimented. She smiled at me.

"Thank you. Now we only have about ten minutes, so I'm going to put something on over this and you need to go change," she instructed.

I saluted her and went to grab a pair of swim shorts and a tank top.

I know what you're thinking, a tank top? Really Shay? But let me tell you, my natural tan skin and huge arm muscles were not something I liked to hide. And besides, I've seen Sasha watch me lift before and I can tell she doesn't exactly mind.

I got ready in the bathroom and peeked out before I reentered our room. "Can I come out?" I called through the crack in the door.

"Yeah, let's go." She answered.

Sasha was wearing a white tank top and little jean shorts that wear frayed at the bottom. She looked good. And so I told her that.

She blushed. "Thanks, are you ready to leave now?"

"Yes I am. Let's go," I said, opening the door for her.

When we were in the elevator, she asked the inevitable question.

"What are we going to tell them? We can't just start acting all coupley and holding hands in front of them without an explanation," she said.

She said coupley. "You said coupley. Does that mean we're a couple?" I asked. I would love for her too say yes, but I understood if she said no.

"I don't really know what this is."

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