Brandon's hand interlocks with mine, and I can't help but smile. "Come on," He says, smirking slightly. "You can't spend the whole day wear that boring graduation robe tomorrow. Lets get you something for the after party, deal?"

I groan, shaking my head. "No. I don't even want to go to the after party Robert's throwing."

"Baby, he's just trying to be a good dad," Brandon tells me, pulling me into the first store that he sees with a dress. "Give him a chance."

"If he was trying to be a good dad he would've signed the papers again." I grumble, and Brandon frowns, letting go of my hand.

"I thought you said you didn't care about the papers. That you didn't need them for us to be your family." Brandon says, his playful mood gone, and I groan.

"Brandon, I didn't mean it like that I-"

"Forget it," He mutters angrily, shoving a few dresses into my arms. "Let's just get this over with. And we can go home and get you another copy of those papers."

"Brandon-" I try again, desperately wanting to explain what I meant.

"It's fine. You still want to get adopted," Brandon says, not meeting my eyes. "Go try on the dresses. We can talk about it later."

Giving up, I sigh and walk into one changing room. "Fucking dresses." I curse, only angry at myself. I look at the first dress in the pile. Fuck this shit. I think when I see the zipper on the back. Brandon's probably out there sitting on his phone waiting for me to come out. Sighing, I start to put on the dress knowing that I'll only put Brandon in a worse mood.

"Hey, Brandon can yo-"

"Turn around." Is all he says, and I listen, sighing.

"What I said earlier, I didn't mean it like that." I tell him quietly, and he doesn't say anything at first, spinning me around. He stares at me with such intensity, and I ignore the urge to kiss him.

"I don't care about that anymore," He tells me quietly, and my eyes meet his. "I just want you to know that if you were adopted, I'd still love you in a way I shouldn't."

"Brandon, what are you tal-" His lips are on mine hungrily, pushing me against the wall. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him against me. "What are you doing?" I ask looking at him. Brandon rests his forearms on the wall next to me, his eyes never leaving me.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes out. I look away not being able to look at him. He tilts my head back toward him and give me a confused look. I kiss him again, trying to avoid further question. Our lips move in sync as his hands travel up to the straps of the dress.

"Toglierla," Brandon mumbles, his lips moving over my neck. I moan, slightly feeling rather turned on by his Italian. He smirks against my neck before nipping down it drawing another moan. Brandon growls slightly, pulling back to looking at me.

"I guess I didn't waste my time teaching you Italian." I mumble, and Brandon smirks, his hands travel up my back, and start to unzip the dress, and I don't stop him. I want to get out of this damn dress anyways. After a few moments, he finally unzips it, and his fingers travel up on my back, making me shiver, his head dipping down to my neck, and he slides the straps off of my shoulders, and the dress falls to the floor around my ankles.

Brandon stops, looking at me, "Mi piace il vestito. Ti fa sembrare caldo." Brandon tells me seriously, and I just roll my eyes at him.

"Okay, whatever. I'll buy it for you."

Brandon grins before his lips attach themselves to my chest, kissing every inch of skin. I feel his fingers undoing my bra, but make no move to attempt to stop him instead I just moan as he nips at my collarbone.

"Brandon, we're in a store." I tell him weakly, in attempt to stop him, even though I don't want him too.

"I don't care." He whispers huskily, his hands cupping my breasts, and I moan lightly as he squeezes them gently.

"Go back to Italian, it's sexy." I blurt out and Brandon raises an eyebrow, looking quite surprised before a smile forms on his lips.

"Così ti piace quando parlo italiano?" Brandon asks and I nod bitting my lip to hold back a moan.

"Brandon-"

"Guardare me, va bene?" He whispers in my ear, smirking as he drops to his knees. He gently pushes my legs apart, planting a kiss on my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes lock with mine, and he grins up at me, waiting.

"Brandon, please." I beg, my fingers finding his hair. He kisses my thigh and lightly trails his fingers through my folds.

"Sei così caldo, Cals." He swirls his tongue around my clit and I felt a rush of liquid between my legs, and I moan.

"Sì angelo So quello che ti piace," Brandon growls arrogantly. He brushed over my clit again and again and soon I was moaning and writhing beneath him. Then he moves lower and gently parted my folds with his tongue skimming over my heated core. His fingers are against my clit rubbing it quickly in circles. My whole body tightens and my eyes squeeze shut, my orgasm coming.

"Fuck, Brandon, I-"

"Venire per me."

"So... Italian, Huh?" he questions and I just laugh.

"Yes, Italian, Brandon." I nod, causing him to smirk, his eyes lighting up, and I know that he's getting another idea.

"Dobbiamo farlo di nuovo, presto."


I sit awkwardly on Robert's couch, wedged between two people who I figured are Robert's neighbors. People I have never seen in my entire life keep coming up to me to tell me good luck in college. When Robert meant an after party, I figured he meant Him, Sophia, and Jill inviting the Fosters over. Not... This. Totally not this.

"Congratulazioni, ragazza. Ho una sorpresa." Brandon says in my ear, and I roll my eyes. Ever since yesterday, he's only been talking to me in Italian.

"Oh, great. Another present." I groan as he pulls me to my feet, basically dragging me up the stairs.

"Babe, che ti piace questo. Fidati di me." Brandon tells me as he opens an door, and closes it behind us.

"This is Sophia's room." I say dumbly as he smirks, nodding agreement.

"Lo so," He whispers, burying his in my neck. "Dal momento che ho già dato un dono, ho pensato di darvi una seconda."

"Brandon," I say, my hands landing on his chest as he pushes me against the wall. "It's Sophia's room." I try to reason with him, but I already feel myself giving in to the feeling of his lips against my neck.

"Non mi interessa," He murmurs, sucking gently as his and slides up my thigh slowly, teasing me. My heart begins to race, waiting for what's about to come. "Voglio solo stare con te."

He lifts me up easily and carries me over to the bed, pressing me against the mattress as my hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt, his skin warm against mine. His hand rubs against my clit, and I moan, not caring if anybody can hear.

"Dannazione, sei già così bagnata per me, baby." Brandon whispers huskily, wasting no time to unzip my dress. "Non pensavo che mi avresti bisogno di così tanto."

"Fuck you," I reply, glad to be out of the dress. "Just touch me."

"Bisognosi di oggi, non è vero?" Brandon asks, and I push his shirt over his shoulders, my hands running down his back, pushing him closer to me. "We can't let anybody hear us, so you need to be quiet."

I roll my eyes at this, knowing that he doesn't care if people can hear or not, and I tug on his pants to remind him what he should be doing. "Ti amo," He whispers, planting butterfly kisses on my chest. "Sei così bella cazzo."

He slides into me, and I moan, my fingers finding his hair. "Faster, Brandon.." I beg, moving my hips against his, moaning. I gasp and tug on his hair, making him look at me. He runs sloppy kisses along my lips and jawline.

"Fuck, Brandon." I moan, my hands finding his chest. Sweat breaks out along our bodies, his hands pulled at my hair, lips going everywhere, heavy pants exchange. My hands run up from his hips, to the upper part of his back. He kisses my chest and slides a finger between my legs.

"Fuck." It's a small, quiet moan, and he groans at the sound.

"Dio, Callie. Sei così caldo quando fai così." He mumbles, slowing his movements.

"B, I'm gonna come." I whimper, and He curses and collapses besides me. For a few minutes, we're just laying there, breathing heavily.

I start to reach for my clothes, but he stops me, and I groan, looking at him. "Do you want somebody to find us like this? In my sister's bed?"

Brandon shakes his head and grabs his shirt, buttoning it up quickly. "No. Ma spero che sei incinta." He tells me, and I smack his arm.

"Hey, guys!" Jesus shouts. "Are you done messing around in there? Robert needs you!"