With Mickey's ears on my head matched with my red and white polka dot dress and backpack in hand, I strolled into the hallway.

"I can't believe that was the first time you've stepped foot in a Disney amusement park!" Ambrose mushed as he followed me into the kitchen.

By the time we got back to the studio, it was almost dark and my body ached from all the walking. The only thing I had in mind before dinner was to have a good, relaxing bath with a bunch of bath bombs.

Though my family and I started living in Los Angeles before I was ten, they relied too much on my money to allow me any breaks. Disneyland seemed like a fairytale; a dream where perfect children went with their perfect families. Ambrose suggested we go together, not just because we were a fake couple, but because of our pact a week ago.

To be each other's family.

Support.

Friend?

"I can't believe how loud you screamed on the rollercoaster. Nearly bursted my eardrum, and the ride wasn't even that high!" I retorted as I tossed my backpack on the floor.

Our stay in the Bahamas was short-lived. We filmed two episodes in the span of three weeks and were shipped off to Tokyo, Japan. The producers had us filming videos for our YouTube channel but with an authority like mine; I was able to get us a pass. Though the channel would suffer a decrease in clinks since our videos tended to have the most views.

He glared at me sourly. "I didn't scream. I shrieked when we flipped upside down-- there is a distinct difference."

I rolled my eye as I recalled the fear on his face when I insisted he join me on one rollercoaster ride, and he didn't give in until I bribed him with cotton candy, popcorn, and anything else that caught his eye.

"Just admit it, bean sprout! You screamed, I heard it loud and clear," I stated, my hands placed firmly on my waist.

Ambrose took a step closer to me and checked me out once before meeting my gaze. "Do you want to hear screaming?"

Our obnoxious insults had slowly advanced to harmless flirting. Nothing ever came out of it, but I couldn't help noticing that with each day; it seemed to get more intense. It was an odd way of proving how much we cared about each other without making it awkward and intertwining our feelings.

"Only if it involves you, me, and a whole lot of spanking." I winked at him.

Ambrose opened his mouth to say something but instead, he let out a laugh which resulted in me frowning.

"I cannot make innuendos with you when you're wearing those ridiculous ears on your head." He peered up at the adorable Mickey ears I wore.

"What?" I innocently asked, batting my eyelashes. "Don't you want to spice things up with a little roleplay?"

I inched closer to him and flirtatiously drew circles on his chest. "I could be the lost, scared girl roaming around Disney world and you're Mickey. And as a punishment for getting lost, you can use your special stick."

Ambrose cleared his throat and looked almost appalled when he spoke, "That one sentence has scarred me for the rest of my life."

He took a step backward and walked over to the refrigerator for a late snack since this freaking guy had the stomach of a mule.

"Boo you, whore!" I whined, wrinkling my nose at the fact of Ambrose acting like a prude.

"If you're going to talk dirty to me, I at least need a shot to function," he responded, scanning through the fridge.

"Hey, genius, they don't keep alcohol in there. It's underneath the sink over there." I pointed in the direction resulting in an eye-roll from Ambrose.

"Of course you would know where it is," he mumbled, eyeing all variety under the sink.

I glared at him and flipped the bird, but sadly, he wasn't looking at me. "Oh, shut it!"

While Ambrose took years to decide on a drink, I collected the ingredients for vegan chocolate chip cupcakes. Tomorrow was Milo's 50th birthday, and even though he was a gigantic pain in my ass; he was the closest father figure I had in my life. Our connection could be like mentos and Coke but we had a deep understanding of each other.

By the time I finished scooping the dry ingredients, Ambrose sauntered over with two glasses and a red wine bottle. "I don't really know my wines, but this had an interesting year, so let's go with this one."

I laughed at his statement. "Why don't you start on the frosting so we can finish faster and head to bed."

Ambrose twirled my hair around his finger, smirking at me in the cutest way possible. Woah, wait what? "Sorry, little lady, but I have a long night of spanking planned for you." he winked, nearly knocking me out of concentration.

I swung around to face him. "I'm looking forward to it, bean sprout, but why don't you work on the frosting so we can enjoy that long night faster." I bit my lip and rubbed my hands up and down his chest.

He pursed his lips. "Now thinking about it, I don't really feel like subjecting myself to that harmful circumstance."

My hand playfully punched his shoulder. "Fuck you! Now go get the freaking ingredients before I lose it."

For about an hour, we worked in silence to make sure everything came out to my standards. Sometimes I wondered why I trusted Ambrose with the buttercream when he fucked it up at the first competition.

But I enjoyed watching the way his forehead creased when he was measuring the ingredients. Or the way he gnawed on his cheek when he overlooked something. His eyes had a way of glimmering with passion as he worked on the frosting or anything, really. It made my heart beat at rabbit speed whenever I stared too long.

Jesus, I'm losing my mind.

"Do I have something on my face? You keep staring at me. It's pretty creepy," Ambrose stated, with knitted eyebrows.

I shook my head. "No, I was just looking at the buttercream. It needs a drop of food color to have the minty look."

A flash of disgust washed over his face. "I don't understand how anyone could like mint. It's like toothpaste."

"You're being a bit harsh. It doesn't even taste that bad," I responded.

"Oh, like your breath?" he countered with an amused eyebrow raised.

My eyes narrowed. "Hey! I would like to say my mouth smells like honey and flowers so shhh!"

"Really?" he mocked my expression. "Prove it."

I scoffed. "When we finish our cupcakes and go back to the bedroom for the spanking session, I was promised... then I'll prove it."

He nodded. "That's a compelling argument."

I filled the buttercream bag with frosting while Ambrose poured us a glass of wine. My fingers were getting sticky, and grim, from the buttercream, but I couldn't help to suck off the delicious cream from them.

Ambrose half smirked, and the desire in his eyes was enough to clench my core. I very ardently observed his lips encircle the mouthpiece of the glass as he took a sip. I blinked away my staring when he pulled the glass away and subconsciously ran his tongue over his bottom lip, licking away the faint drop of wine that sat there.

"Seriously, though, my special recipe will make you fall in love with mint," I stated, sticking my pointer finger in the near-emptied bowl.

I removed my now mint-flavored finger and brought it up to Ambrose's lips, his eyes were fixed on my every movement as I ran my finger over his bottom lip twice smearing the frosting over and then catching him off guard, I placed it into his mouth.

Ambrose was taken aback because I observed his eyes widen a little and I swore his pupils dilated a fraction. I moved my finger around to spread the taste of the buttercream in his mouth as I said, "I bet you would enjoy it more if you were tasting something else in your mouth..."

I pleasantly smirked when the look on Ambrose's face told me that I rendered him speechless once more. I doubted he suspected I would take it as far as putting my finger in his mouth. But I never failed to take him by surprise.

I removed my finger and was about to rub off the Ambrose germs from his mouth over his pants, but before I could; he caught my wrist. I glanced at his hold, and then at him with a frown. He moved his gaze to my finger and when I looked it had a small amount of frosting which didn't go on his mouth, trailing down.

Before it could trickle down to my palm, Ambrose brought my finger to his lips. We locked gazed before he licked off the frosting from the side of my finger. His tongue was smooth and warm against my skin as he rolled it downwards and to tease me, he then went on to roll his tongue around the circumference.

An electric jolt shot from my fingertips straight to my heart.

With a spark of playfulness, smugness, and a hint of satisfaction, he dropped my wrist and left me completely stunned.

"I always make sure to get every drop," he murmured before he brought the glass to his lips.

My eyes were a little wide and I couldn't deny it, but my cheeks felt extremely warm. Maybe it was my dirty mind which exaggerated his actions but it seemed very sexual. Though I was a sucker for dirty talk.

It took a few seconds to compose myself.

I sang in a low, almost seductive tone, "I'll be a very good girl for you and have you shaking until your last drop."

Ambrose downed his drink, placed it on the countertop, and glanced at me. "You've been teasing me for a few days now. Maybe one day I'll take you up on your propositions."

I grinned at him and answered with a wink, "Then I'll be looking forward to that day."

He didn't say anything but just stared at me for a long moment. His eyes left mine and dropped before he lifted to lock with mine once more.

"Alright then," he replied.

Before I could even fantom, he trapped me between his palms, having my back pressed against the countertop. The motion alone was so sexy, I felt my heart trip, stumble, and scramble to continue beating. This teasing was going on for long enough and other than little touching, nothing happened.

Sure, now his chest was a mere inch from mine, his lips a breath away from my parted ones, but the most he would do was touch me somewhere and then pull away. Ambrose wasn't the type to make the first move.

I smirked at him in a challenging way. "You don't have the balls, bean sprout."

He raised a brow, and his lips curved at the sides. "Is that a challenge?"

I slowly shook my head. "No, it's a fact."

My breathing picked up more than a notch and feeling the rhythm of Ambrose's chest on mine, I could tell his did too. My hand instinctively reached for his shoulder while watching his dilated pupils dart between me and my lips.

"There are a lot of things you still don't know about me, Davina Dialaurentis," he huskily said.

"Yeah like, what?"

His eyes wandered down to my lips, and he swallowed again.

I'm not sure who moved first, but the next thing I know, my hands were cupping his face. His stubble scratched against my skin, and his finger dig into my lips, pulling me closer to him. His tongue ran along mine, tender, at first, but then urgency kicked in. He kissed me harder like every second must count.

His kiss blazed through me, raging like a thunderstorm, sending a whirlwind of conflicted emotions to my head.

But I didn't want to waste a second on any of those thoughts. I didn't want to think about how comfortable I got with having Ambrose around. How the heat ignited in my stomach whenever he was close to me.

All I wanted to concentrate on was how perfect his lips felt against mine.

I twined my arms behind his neck, tugging him closer than his hands trailed down my sides, leaving trails of sparks igniting beneath my dress. My lips parted, deepening our kiss. Ambrose's hand cupped my butt, lifting me easily. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist as warmth filled me.

Like a smooth criminal, he placed me on the countertop, and his mouth found mine again. Our lips moved together as my fingers tangled in his hair.

Ambrose's heart pounded against mine, and I couldn't fantom why we've spent all this time avoiding kissing each other when it felt so right?

"Ambrose! We wanted t-, Oh goodness," Milo's annoying voice echoed through the room.

We were startled apart as white light spilled from the hallway. Quickly, we pulled apart, our breaths ragged, and lips redden from everything. Milo coughed as I tugged down the dress that had risen during everything.

"Sorry, Milo," I breathed. "We were just cooking."

"Yeah, it sure looked like it," he mumbled, straightening up his tie. "Anyway, I had something really important to share with you, Ambrose."

Ambrose's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, really? What?"

"Well, since all the contestants are inviting their family out again for this week's live episode, we took the courtesy to invite your parents out here," Milo announced with a big fat grin.

My stomach dropped to the floor.

All emotions, the chaos I was feeling before were completely dismissed with the big revelation, and the only thing I cared about was Ambrose's well-being.

His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his neck contracted. Pain and confusion flashed in his eyes as he forced a lighthearted smile on his lips.

"I appreciate the effort, Milo... but that's the worst news I heard all day," he stated before walking out of the messy kitchen.

Milo's face scrunched up in bewilderment. "What's he so grumpy about? I expect him to thank me for bringing his parents out here. They were so excited to hear the news."

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. "Milo... For being the king of researching, you really dropped the ball here. Ambrose isn't closed to his parents, their relationship is almost as strained as mine."

He gasped, caution dawned on his face. "Shit... it's that bad? Now, I just feel like an asshole."

I scoffed. "That's because you're."

Swinging around, I picked up one of the smudged cupcakes and handed it over to Milo. "We made this for your birthday, but you might as well just take it now. Don't worry about Ambrose, he will forgive you by tomorrow, he's great like that."

His eyebrows knitted together as he took the cupcake. "You're acting extremely weird, but if this keeps you baking me cupcakes, then I'm all for it."

If only he knew I probably sat on top of that cupcake...

Maybe I was a bitch.

Nothing comes good from a late night kiss ;)!! Who's worried about Ambrose's parents coming back? Thank you for every single comment and can't wait to read them!

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