"No that one makes you look more slutty than classy," she said and shook her head in disapproval.

I grunted at her response, this was the umpteenth dress I had tried on today. They all had their problems; too slutty, too plain, too girly. Honestly I liked some of the dresses I had tried but with Laura nothing ever came easy.

She even told me one of the dresses I had worn were too Katrina-ish! It was a straight blow to my heart. What the hell did she mean by that!

She threw me another dress and I grudgingly went into the changing room to try it on.

"What's taking you so long? we don't have all day!" Laura yelled at me.

Truth be told, we did have all day. She wouldn't let me go home till I found a dress, it was only Thursday and I had two more days till I turn eighteen. To me that was more than enough time to find a dress.

My mom had acted like nothing ever happened between us as usual and continued with the birthday plans. Yes, she was the queen of all things classy social activities.

I was expecting her to give me cold shoulders but she didn't instead she had been rather much too happy during the past few days.

I didn't question her, it was a normal thing for her, she has constant mood swings; one moment she's happy the next she's yelling the hell out of you. So I went along with whatever she was playing at.

Laura's mouth was slightly parted when I came out of the changing room. Was that a good or a bad thing? its hard to tell which with her.

"Yes! yes! yes!" She exclaimed while clapping her hands in excitement.

So its a good thing then.

I wore a long red dress that clung tightly to my skin, putting out all curves for display. It was sleeveless and was cut out by the sides.

I had to agree with Laura, the dress was gorgeous and fit me just right.

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After shopping we headed over to Laura's place cause she insisted, I didn't like the idea at all and tried persuading her with 'I'm tired and I just want to sleep'.

But Laura being Laura still went ahead and drove off towards her house anyways.

"You can always sleep over at mine you know." She said and she was right.

Honestly I wasn't tired at all, I was just scared that I would bump into Sean, it seemed inevitable. I was in his domain after all.

As soon as we arrived, I strolled up quickly to Laura's room and sprawled myself across her bed lazily. I guess I actually was tired.

"So?" Laura asked raising a brow.

"So?" I questioned back, honestly confused.

"Are you seeing someone?"

My eyes grew wide with shock at her words, what gave her that idea.

"No." I say defensively.

"You've been checking your phone every five minutes so I concluded that you are checking to see if lover boy made any contact yet." She paused,then began tapping her chin with her index finger

"And with your constant look of disappointment, I take it as a no."

Yes I agree with her conclusion. Sean hadn't contacted me since that night, it was like it never even happened.

"There is no lover boy," I say, "its only a figment of your imagination."

"Alright, if you say so." She dropped the topic willingly.
"So you're sleeping over ain't you?"

"I haven't asked yet."

"Let me rephrase that." She cleared her throat, "You are sleeping over. Period."

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So after a long meaningless argument with Laura, I still ended up staying the night. She had called my mom and asked and she said it was okay. Of course she would, the Jones were like family to us.

I had to borrow one of Laura's nightgowns and they were all see through.
Yea she had a very unique sense of style.

I had finally settled with a pink gown, it looked less revealing than the rest, it was able to partially hide the fact I had no under ware on.

"I'm thirsty." Suddenly my throat felt dry.

"So? go get your own glass of water."

"But I'm your guest."

"Honey we both have legs and hands. You passed being just my guest a long time ago."

She sprawled herself on the bed beside me, put her headphones on and started playing Candy Crush on her phone.

I hissed and stood up, just great she just made the probability of me bumping into Sean higher.

"Is anyone else home?"

I asked but I didn't get a reply, she probably didn't hear me over her loud music.

I sighed, turned and banged the door close. At least with enough force so she could feel how angry I was.

I made my way through the long portrait endorsed hallway, turning here an there when needed, and managed to reach the kitchen without bumping into anyone. The advantages of having a big house.
Besides I doubt anyone was home apart from Laura. I'm guessing that's why she was so insistent on me staying over.

I quickly fetched a glass of water, then turned to head back to her room when I bumped into something hard, I stumbled few steps backwards but a hand wrapped around my waist steadying me from my fall. I still held the glass firmly in my hands but the water in it had poured on me, making the front part my nightgown soaking wet, and that made the material cling to my naked skin.

I was pressed hard against this hard wall which I realised was a chest. It felt warm and safe to be held so close.

Suddenly the arm let go of me, I was now steady on my feet, I looked up and saw Sean standing in front of me in all his glory. His eyes trailed down my body unashamedly and I suddenly became conscious of how revealing the gown had become.

He wore only his pajamas pants and was shirtless, his hair was perfectly tousled to adding an extra effect to his sexiness. My eyes trailed down his well defined abs to his v-line that disappeared in his pajamas pants.

I was suddenly short of words, I kept opening and closing my mouth with no words coming out.

Just when I had gathered enough courage and was about to say a 'thank you', he grabbed his iPad from the kitchen counter and left not sparring me another glance.

You don't text a girl romantic words then leave her hanging, that's just wrong.

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