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19. Mad and jealousy.

"Do you think your friends are looking for you?" He asks placing the other things back in the box. I hold the icepack to my skin as he tries to put the kit away.

I drop it and attempt to stand averting my eyes back to him. "I don't know, when I left Tif was dancing with some guy he told us he's called Dubel?"

"Dubel? Oh shit!" He cuss and starts laughing.

"And why are you laughing?" I ask sitting back sort of comfortably.

"He's my friend, I don't know if that asshole can dance." He States as if it's just an obvious thing I should know and he walks to the dresser shaking his head.

"Oh but they were dancing, and for Cam, I don't know where she is right now, maybe with Jelton." He stands on the way looking at me his eyes out.

"What?" I snap.

"Your girls are..." He trails. "Maybe ganging up on my friends or what are y'all doing?" He laughs picking a black t-shirt and walks back. "You can wear this." He hands it to me.

"Your freaking bunch of friends are the one ganging on my friends for all I can say." I huff grabbing the shirt from his hand.

" Okay whatever, but those boys better not mess with them, I don't want them to be skinned alive with their girl leader somewhere." He says rolling his eyes and I snort stretching my hands over my head as I stand up.

"Where are you going?" He asks his voice panicked.

"I'm going to change." I stand Midway not knowing where to go. " Can you turn around and don't peek please." I tell him putting my hands on hips.

"No I won't, I want to see you." He simply states a smile tugging on his lips.

God this boy.

"Bally!" I shriek shaking my head as I turn the lights off using the switch on the wall next to me.

He whines and I smile to myself as I unzip the dress. It pools at my feet, I step out of it pulling his t-shirt over my head. It smells so good just like him even though there's an additional scent from wash. I'm wearing black Lacy bra and panties. I debate between removing my bra but I decide against it. I take a deep breath and turn the lights on.

His expression almost makes me feel sexy. He leans up on his elbows to have a better view of me. He's not ashamed eyeing me up down without blinking.

"Come here." He says and I ignore my subconscious telling me to run and I walk towards the bed. "You're not going to whine about sleeping in the bed with me are you?"
He asks and I roll my eyes.

The thing is I don't want to sleep in a guest room because I'm sure there are numerous guestrooms here. The monstrous house makes me feel scared, it's intimidating in some sort of way.

I don't want to be like a frightened kid all night cowered in blankets waiting for the morning to come because she's affrighted by ghosts.

He's wearing shorts only. I fight the urge of looking at his toned torso and his abdomen which is clearly defined by muscles. No matter how hard I try, I'm still feeling uneasy around him. His torso is covered in a tensing six pack and two very obvious v-lines dip into his skin.

"No, the bed is big enough for the both of us." I smile and he returns the smile.

"Good reasoning." He teases as I climb onto the bed and then I scoot closer to the edge of the bed far away from his body. I hear him chuckle and I roll over on my side to face him.

"What?" I can feel his contagious humour in his expression. I pout and pucker out my bottom lip. His eyes travel to my mouth and he runs his tongue along his lips.