I roll onto my side and extend my arm, expecting to feel a certain someone lying next to me. When I am met with nothing but the cold bedsheet, I furrow my brows and pat the space in front of me, all the while I struggle to open my eyes. When I still couldn't find Theo, I slowly blink open my eyes and rub them to get rid of the remaining sleep. A sense of slight panic fills me and I immediately sit up on the bed.

I look around the room frantically and it takes me a good minute to realise that I'm not in Theo's room, but mine, instead. It confuses me all the more because I perfectly remember falling asleep with him in his room last night. Maybe he brought me back to my bedroom this morning. Yeah, that is the only possible explanation.

I look down at my clothing and notice that I'm still wearing his t-shirt. It immediately causes a small smile to bloom on my face. I lift up the piece of clothing towards my nose and inhale the scent which reminds me of Theo. My heart flutters at the memory of last night.

Hugging the t-shirt closer to my form, I think about the way Theo treated me last night. It is funny to think how he changed from a total flirt that liked to tease me any chance he got, to this sweet and caring person that didn't want to push my boundaries. The way he looked at me, the way he talked to me, everything made me feel so safe with him. Even though, I have only known him for about four weeks now.

I kind of want to go back to Theo's room and snuggle up to him again. Because I already miss the way he held me so tenderly. The way his warmth was all that surrounded me. God, I miss him already. He is most probably downstairs currently, making breakfast. Another thing that I've come to like about Theo: his incredible cooking skills.

The idea of meeting him downstairs for breakfast motivates me to get freshened up quickly. Just the thought of him is enough to bring a smile onto my face and for my heartbeat to quicken in excitement.

'Yep, I am definitely catching feelings for Theo.'

I drag my hands down my face and groan to myself. This was not supposed to happen. I was not supposed to develop a crush on the son of my Dad's friend. I thought I was going to avoid him and his stupid handsome face! So, how did I go from finding him so annoying to thinking about him all the time?

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I happily descend down the stairs, excited at the thought of seeing Theo, while humming a tune to myself. I put extra effort in getting ready this morning to look presentable for him, dressing in my favourite yellow sundress. I don't know what his favourite colour is, and come to think of it, I don't know a lot of things about him.

But I'll try to get to know him better. We are living together, after all. Even if it's only for a while. But I try not to think about that for now and dampen my mood.

I enter into our kitchen in hopes of finding Theo there, since most of the time he can be found cooking something new. But when I don't find him in the kitchen, I frown to myself and move towards the living room, next. But still no sight of Theo.

'Huh? That's weird. Is he out?' I think to myself, as I walk towards our garden to look for him.

Sliding open the back door, I get outside and into the garden. The place looks rather unattended and that's because Dad does all the gardening. He always takes care of his flowers, and plants new trees in his free time. And now that he is away on his trip, the plants look rather dull. There are a few dry leaves scattered onto the grass and the plants are in desperate need of watering. I think I watered them five days ago and forgot about them since.

I feel bad about my negligence and mentally make a note to tend to them later. Dad would be upset when he gets back and sees this. Just as I was about to go back inside the house, I hear a deep voice right next to my ear.

"Looking for someone?"

That startles me and I was about ready to scream, but then I huff when I recognise the familiar voice.

"You need to stop sneaking up on me," I say to Theo and turn around to face him with an unamused expression.

"But where's the fun in that?" Theo counters back and lazily smiles down at me. "I love to see the frightened expression on your face," he says, biting onto his bottom lip, and I find it difficult to look away from his lips.

Theo smirks knowingly and I mentally facepalm myself before looking up to meet his eyes again. He raises his hand and twirls a strand of my hair with his finger. When I swat his hand away, he laughs lightly.

"Of course you'd like that." I roll my eyes at him but I can't help the small smile that forms on my face upon seeing him. Just being in his presence makes me feel better.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," I say with a saccharine smile, moving around him to get back inside, only to be pulled back towards him by my hand that he caught.

"Where do you think you're going, Princess?" Theo whispers into my ear and holds me close to him. My back is flush against his front and my heart skips a beat at our closeness. "I didn't even get to admire you in your cute little dress," he says, circling an arm around my middle.

My face heats up quickly and I know it is not because of the heat outside. I close my eyes when Theo presses a single, feather light kiss to my cheek. But it is not enough. Not even close. I want so much more than that. I already crave his touch and it hasn't even been twelve hours since we parted.

"Did you wear this for me?" Theo asks in a low, sultry voice.

"Maybe," I reply with a shrug, even though, I was screaming 'yes' in my mind.

"Well, then." Theo turns me around so that I can face him, his hands lingering on my waist. "You've got my attention, Princess. What do you want to do with it?"

I don't answer him with a verbal response. Before I know it, I am leaning up on my tiptoes and hooking my arms around his neck to kiss him on the lips. I only intended for it to be a brief kiss, but Theo deepens the kiss and his grip on my waist tightens. My knees start to feel weak when his tongue meets mine.

Theo walks me backwards until my back hits the wall, not once parting from my lips. I arch into him when his hands slide lower to grip me by the hips. I tug at the roots of his hair at the base of his neck and he lets out a groan. I think he likes it when I do that. And he most definitely likes to pin me against a surface and cage me in.

When my lungs start to ache from the lack of air, I break away from the kiss and rest my head against the wall behind me. I look up at his kiss swollen pink lips and bite my lip to stop myself from smiling, thinking to myself that I did that.

Theo tugs on my bottom lip with his thumb to free it from under my teeth. "You are making it hard for me to resist you," he says, shifting his gaze from my eyes to that of my lips.

"That's the plan." I bat my eyelashes at him innocently with a coy smile.

"Fuck, Princess." Theo swears and runs a hand through his hair. "But it's not going to work."

"We'll see about that." I challenge him. "And you need to keep those dirty words out of your mouth," I say, repeating his words to him. I don't know if he remembers saying them to me.

"Oh, you sneaky little thing." He laughs to himself and shakes his head in disbelief. "I only said that because you're too pure for that." He laughs again and I giggle.

After his laughter dies, Theo looks at me with a smile on his face and cups my face in both of his palms. He leans closer and presses his forehead onto mine.

"You should probably go back now," Theo says quietly.

I nod.

"Your brother might start looking for you."

I nod again.

I turn breathless once again at feeling his lips so close to mine. I can feel his hot breath fanning across my lips and it is driving me crazy.

"We should get back inside," Theo says again, as if reminding himself. He wraps his right hand lightly around my neck and tilts my face upwards. A strange feeling develops within me at being held like this. A good kind of strange.

"We should," I agree.

I stare into his blue eyes. My eyes then drift down to his lips and Theo takes it as a cue to crash his lips onto mine. I am already drunk on the feeling of kissing him and my head starts to feel dizzy from the rush.

"Amy?"

We both jump back at the sound of Adrien calling for me, but then relax upon realising that the sound came from inside the house. I breath a sigh of relief and try to catch my breath. Theo makes a face between anger and disappointment, and slumps his head onto my shoulder. I breathe out a laugh and rub his back, before rushing into the house.

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