I wake up the next morning well rested with a line of drool running across my cheek, and around a heavy yawn I stretch out my stiff limbs and shake away my sleepiness. My mind is peaceful and I don't want to move; I just want to continue laying in bed, as the warm sunlight spills through the curtains and soaks into my skin. I'm so incredibly relaxed and content with the morning, that when the bed shifts beside me and Christian's deep voice fills the quiet morning air, I'll admit he startles me.

"Morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?" Christian asks.

I glance to my side and suck in a sharp breath, as my eyes quickly take in Christian's lack of morning attire. I can feel the heat creeping over my cheeks as nervousness begins to sneak in, and I quickly divert my gaze away from Christian's bare chest.

"G-Good," I reply, my voice cracking. Christian purses his lips, and I know he's fighting back a smile and I internally curse myself for being so easily embarrassed. I sigh and glance to the side of his left shoulder, as I ask, "And you, how did you sleep?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Christian raises his hand and wipes it over the corner of my mouth. I know what he's doing, and my already red cheeks immediately start to burn like they're on fire. "Probably not as good as you...." Christian trails off, referring to the line of drool he just wiped off my face.

I squeeze my eyes shut and mumble, "That's so embarrassing."

Christian chuckles and gently strokes my cheek, and softly mutters, "If it makes you feel any better, I think you're beautiful no matter what you look like, and we both know that's saying a lot since you're basically fashion impaired."

My jaw drops, and I playfully smack his shoulder as I cry, "Shut up! I do my best!"

Christian chuckles and reaches out for me; he sinks his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and gently pulls me forward. I tense up because I know he means to kiss me and I haven't had the chance to brush my teeth, and I don't want him kissing me when I have morning breath.

"Christian, wait, I haven't even brushed my teeth yet...." I mumble, as I continue to resist.

Christian simply shrugs and replies, "I don't care," as he leans up on his elbow to close the distance between us. I should be mortified and freaking out on the inside with worry, but when Christian's lips touch mine, he kisses me with a passion and intensity that proves how unbothered he is by the fact that I haven't had the chance to freshen up and it bring tears to my eyes.

When our kiss breaks, Christian glances at me confusedly and catches a tear on his finger. "Why are you crying?" he softly asks.

"Because....you're just....so perfect," I say between each breath.

Christian sighs and reaches out to stroke my cheek. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you...." he mutters. "Because Beau, you're absolutely gorgeous and I just love you so much. You're perfect."

I feel my cheeks heating up again, but not from embarrassment this time. I smile as I scoot closer to him, and wrap my arms around his waist as I snuggle in close. "I love you," I whisper.

I've just finished showering and have put my clean clothes on from the day before, when I notice a text message from my mom. I bite my bottom lip as I begin to read,

From: Mom
To: Beau

Morning honey, are you staying the weekend with Peter or coming home tonight?

Guilt immediately begins to seize me. I've never lied to my mom, and a part of me doesn't know why I did. I had decided to stay the night with Christian in his family's vacation home, and chose to use Peter to cover my tracks. It makes me feel dirty and horrible, and as I bite my bottom lip and hover with my thumbs over the keypad, I know I should tell the truth. Instead, I just tell her I'll be home later in time for Halloween and that I love her. I sigh and finish towel drying my hair before walking back to Christian's room.

He's just finished getting dressed, and he smiles at me when I walk into his room. "Hey. Are you hungry, we can cook breakfast before I take you home."

I smile and nod, as I ask, "What are my options?"

Christian laughs and walks toward me, pursing his lips in thought as he comes to a stop in front of me. His steady gaze flickers from mine to my lips, down to the thin black T-shirt too big for me, to the loose fitting sweatpants back to my face. A sly smile begins to curve his lips, and he replies, "I have a few options in mind . . ." I feel my jaw drop, and Christian just laughs as he slings his arm around my shoulders and says, "Come on."

I follow along with him, and once we've left his room, I slip out from beneath his arm and shove him forward. He just laughs at me as I roll my eyes, and grumble, "Jerk."

I see Christian's cheek lift up in a smile as we descend the stairs into the kitchen. Once again, I admire the massive room while Christian goes straight to the fridge. He opens it up and glances around, before saying, "So, we have some eggs and....bacon, I think. Ah, there's also peppers if you want an omelette . . ." He trails off as he closes the fridge and opens up a cabinet, and shifts things around as he mutters, "And in here, there's pancake mix." Christian glances over his shoulder at me, and asks, "Do any of those options sound appealing?"

I bite my bottom lip and walk around the kitchen island, as I ask, "Do you have any chocolate chips?"

"Ahh, let me see . . ." Christian trails off as he opens another cabinet, and moves things aside before saying, "Yeah, there's half a bag full. Why? Were you wanting chocolate chip pancakes?"

I grin and stretch up on my tiptoes as I try reaching for them, but I'm just shy of being tall enough to reach them, and I huff in annoyance and glance at Christian for help. He grins and steps up behind me, and purposefully presses his chest into my back as he reaches up to grab the chocolate chips. I feel my face turn red as Christian presses me into the counter with him movements, and I bite my bottom lip and mentally shake my head when my mind beings to run wild. I know Christian is just testing our newest boundaries and I want to get back at him for being such a tease. His hand lightly touches my waist as he places the chocolate chip bag on the counter with the pancake mix, while I think of ways to beat him at his own game.

I slide out from between Christian and the counter, and grab the box to read the instructions. Water and pancake mix. Seems simple enough, I think as I randomly open cabinets looking for a bowl. Christian watches me with pursed lips as I measure out the two ingredients, and whisk them together before mixing in the chocolate chips. I'm about to ask him where his parents keep the skillets, when Christian magically produces one and places it onto the burner. He turns the flame on, and I wait for it to heat up before spooning out the mix into the pan.

"You made that one too small," Christian mumbles from over my shoulder.

I purse my lips and retort, "Shut up. I make pancakes all the time."

"Do you usually burn them too, because that's going to burn . . ." he says.

I huff and pivot on my heel, and reply, "Okay, pancake expert. Would you like to take over?"

Christian bites his bottom lip and mumbles, "Not really."

I roll my eyes, and say, "Okay then, hush up."

Christian heaves a breath as I finish with the first pancake, and I'm making another one when I feel his fingertips brush over the base of my spine. A shiver immediately races over my skin, and I try shrugging him away as I mutter, "Christian, please don't distract me around an open flame and hot pan."

"But I'm not doing anything . . ." Christian mutters as he continues to dance his fingers along my spine.

I snap off the stovetop before I pivot around on my heel, and smack his hand away as I reply, "Yes you are, and you know it!"

Christian purses his lips, but a small smile still manages to break free as he continues to deny my accusations; a playful glimmer entering his eyes. "So does this" —- he begins to ask, as he reaches out to slide his hand around the back of my neck, his long fingers massaging my tense muscles —- "qualify as a distraction?"

My eyes begin to flutter at the amazing massage, and my mouth parts and a small moan slips out. I blush embarrassedly, while Christian just grins and uses his thumb to angle my chin back for a kiss. When our lips connect, all my abilities to think fly out the proverbial window as I wind my arms around Christian's neck and tug him closer. He hums into our kiss and his hands drop down to my waist, and he gently tugs me closer before lifting me up onto the countertop. I don't object, I just lock my legs around his hips and tighten my arms around his neck, and let my fingers thread through the strands near the nape of his neck.

Christian presses himself between my legs, and I feel the familiar swelling of his cock against my inner thigh. I break our kiss, and pull away with a gasp.

"Damn it," I breathe. "It's becoming harder and harder to pull away . . ."

Christian sighs and drops his face into my shoulder, while I wind my arms around his waist. "I'm not pushing you too fast, am I . . .?" Christian mutters, concernedly.

I shake my head. "No, I just....don't think I'll have my virginity for much longer...." I trail off admittedly, with pink cheeks.

Christian pulls his face out of my shoulder, and clasps my cheeks as he firmly replies, "Beau, if you think we're moving too fast, just please, let me know?"

I quickly shake my head, and reply, "No! No, I think we're going the proper speed. I'm just stating a fact."

Christian nods and strokes my cheek, as he softly replies, "Don't feel pressured to sleep with me, Beau."

I shake my head once again, as I reply, "Christian, don't worry, I'm not feeling pressured. It's just, sometimes when we kiss I can see us....doing other things that I'm not all that ready for yet. But I will be, I just need more time."

"And there is absolutely no rush," Christian replies.

I smile thinly, and quickly peek his cheek. "Thanks," I mumble, before returning my attention to breakfast. Christian doesn't mess with me as I cook the rest of the pancakes, and he makes eggs. I never made any promises not to bother him though, so just before I'm about to put the dirty bowl in the sink, I run my fingers through the batter and sneak up behind Christian.

I wind an arm around his waist and lean my cheek against his back, I close my eyes as he gently touches my arm and runs his fingers over my skin. I stay this way for a while longer, playing innocent and sweet before I suddenly throw my other arm up, and smear the batter across Christian's cheek.

He jumps out of my arms and wipes the batter away, as he cries, "Beau!"

I just laugh, and jump out of the way of his hand when he attempts to grab me. I move around to the other side of the kitchen island and pull the pancakes toward me, and pick one up as I start to eat. Christian rolls his eyes at me, and I just grin in response.

"Is there anything you'd like to do before going back into town?" Christian asks, as he plates the eggs.

I shrug as I continue to eat pancakes, and mumble around my mouthful. "Would you like to go swimming?" I ask.

Christian laughs. "It's October."

I shrug. "I know, it's just a suggestion. Why? Do you have anything in mind?"

"Not really," Christian admits.

"Well, you're helpful," I mutter, with an eye roll.

Christian sighs. "We have boardgames, and things in the shed Michael and I use to play with when we were younger," Christian says.

I perk up curiously and shove the pancakes to the side, as I ask, "Like what?"

"Ah, I don't remember everything. But I know there's roller skates in the shed," Christian says.

"Oh, I use to roller skate with my mom when I was little," I reply.

"Would you like to do that, or there's also boardgames," Christian says.

"I want to try roller skating, and then we can play boardgames," I say.

Christian smiles. "Let's finish eating before we do anything."

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