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"Are you tired yet?" Scott said, looking at me and smiling. It was almost 10 p.m.
"Nah...but I'm ready to maybe just start relaxing." I say. Scott and I walk back to the limo and head up the beach a few miles to his mom's beach house. The house was absolutely gorgeous, and big. It wasn't much of a change from my house, really. The only thing my house didn't have was being on the beach. This house didn't have a pool or movie theatre, but it did have really big bedrooms. The house was 2 stories, and the way the house was built is definitely unique and something that isn't seen in the city. It had alot of glass, though, which wasn't hard to cover that up with the really gorgeous red velvet colored curtans. The furniture was gorgeous, being an espresso color, along with like a light gold interior paint. It all went together very well.
"Wow, this is gorgeous." I say as soon as we walk in the doors.
"So, what do you want to do for the night?"
"Have a few drinks, and watch a movie. Then settle in for the night. Does that sound okay?"
"Absolutely. What movie do you want to watch?"
"Well, what do you have?"
"Everything...from romance to commedies, from tragic to enlightening...you name it."
"What about something like The Notebook? Or Harry Potter? Let's do Harry Potter..."
"You know, I've never actucally seen a single Harry Potter movie..."
"You're kidding?" I gasp, looking at him shocked.
"I've read the books, but never watched the movies."
"Well atleast you've read the bookds. I thought that if you haven't read the books then I would have to slap you or something." I say, laughing.
"Let's watch." He said enthusiastic.
"I'll make some popcorn while you get the movie on." I say, heading for the kitchen. I go to the kitchen and make some popcorn, and pour us some wine as well. I throw the popcorn in the microwave and go into the bathroom to get out of these clothes.
"Ashley?" Scott said, watching me go into the bathroom.
"Yeah?"
"There's a shirt on my bed in the other room if you want to change..."
"Sure. Thanks..." I say, going into the other room and grabbing the shirt. I head back to the bathroom, and change. I threw my hair up into a messy bun, and put his shirt on. It smelled just like him. It was a red button down shirt, which was strange. He never really wore many button down shirts. I put it on anyways, and it went down to just above my knee. I smiled, knowing what was coming.
"Are you okay?" Scott said from the living room.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I say, coming out of the bathroom. Scott had grabbed the popcorn and the wine and was waiting for me on the couch.
"So I see the shirt fits..." He says, winking.
"Perfect fit...you know, a little long, but I'll survive." I say, cudding up next to him. We turn off the lights and turn on the movie. We sat and watched the movie, sharing a few kisses here and there. When the movie ended, Scott looked at me and smiled. He started tickling me.
"Don't you dare...SCOTT!" I say, laughing but at the same time trying to get away. I felt like a worm on hot cement. I finally managed to get up, and Scott followed. He started tickling me, and we fell on the bed. He stopped, and looked at me. We start kissing, and we lay back. He takes off his shirt, and unbuttons my shirt.
"Are you sure?" Scott said, as he stopped and looked at me seriously. I could tell he really wanted me to make sure I was ready, and to make sure he wasn't pushing me too far.
"I'm sure." I say, as he starts kissing my neck.
