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~ Chapter 8 ~

I run to my room and find the sexiest pair of Pj's i own.

He wants to play the teasing game? Then let's play…

I look at myself in my full length mirror. I picked a tight pair of turquoise boy shorts and a black tank top with one of those built in push up bras.

I let my hair down from my messy bun, the cascading natural waves of my blonde hair going over my shoulders.

That should do the trick.

I make my way downstairs, fighting the urge to listen in on Bellamy's shower.

Murphy is standing in the kitchen making the burgers, totally oblivious to what just happened upstairs.

"There you are, can I get some help?" He asks.

"Sorry, I needed to change into my pj's real quick. What do you need me to do?" I ask.

"Can you just grab all the condiments and stuff and then set the table up?" he asks.

"Yeah yeah." I say nodding.

I grab everything we need from the fridge and whip up a quick salad.

We need alcohol though…

My parents usually keep some beers in the fridge downstairs. They're not big drinkers but they always have a fully stocked bar for when we have company over.

"I'm gonna run downstairs and grab some drinks, you want any specific?" I ask Murphy.

"Yeah, a couple of coronas sounds good,"

I run down the stairs and walk over to the fridge in the far corner of the basement.

I know they're in here somewhere.

I'm bent over searching the overstocked fridge, not paying any attention to the fact Bellamy had gotten out of the shower and came down into the basement.

I find a couple of beers and turn around, nearly dropping all of them when i see him standing there.

Is he seriously only wearing a towel?

Dear lord…

He has the same look on his face as I do.

Oh yeah, I was bending over, In these shorts, it probably didn't leave much to the imagination.

Outfit change was totally worth it.

I start walking towards him with a smirk on my face. Shaking my ass, i brush past him letting him take in the full view.

I catch the scent of my body wash as I walk by.

He used my soap.

"You smell nice," I say as I put the beers down on the pool table.

At this point, he's just staring at me, Dilated eyes and like a caged animal.

Standing in front of him, I trail my finger down his chest and into the creases of his abs.

He just watches as I do this, biting down on that perfect bottom lip of his.

I can see him getting hard through the fabric of the towel.

I turn around and walk back over to the pool table.

" I always wondered what it would be like to get bent over this pool table," I lean over it, sticking my ass up in the air.

I turn my head to see his face, His breathing has kicked up a notch, his fists are in balls now.

Yeah, he's about to lose control.

I grab the beers and prance my little happy ass upstairs, leaving him in a puddle on the floor.