Seth's POV

"Mom...?" I yelled hesitantly when I stepped in the door, Reanna right behind me. I was hoping I wouldn't get an answer, and luckily, I didn't. Mom was gone, and Leah was on patrol. Which meant I wouldn't get bombarded with questions right now.

"Good, she's not home." I informed her. "The shower is upstairs." We'd discussed in the car that she was going to clean up after the rain, then I'd give her a ride back home. I led her up the steps and into my bedroom, grabbing the smallest of my shirts that I could find and a pair of Leah's sweatpants from her bedroom so that Reanna would have dry clothes to change into.

After I dried off and changed, I went downstairs to wait. I tried my best to concentrate on the sound of the water running rather than the fact that she was naked, right upstairs, in the hot shower, in my bathroom.

To try to distract myself, I sat on the couch, turning on the TV and just watching whatever channel was on. Of course, Nickelodeon. Not even the good Nickelodeon either. It was some little kids show that I hadn't ever heard of.

"Seth?" Reanna's voice came from behind me. Her wet hair laid wavy on her shoulders, which were covered with my shirt, a few sizes too baggy on her. I knew how sexy she was in the tight, short skirts she usually wore, but there was no denying her beauty as she stood there in sweats with the steam still rising off of her. "Are you watching Diego?"

"Ami I watching... what?" Diego? The fuck was that?

"Oh, you know! Go, Diego, Go!" She giggled, jumping onto the couch beside me.

"What the hell is Diego?" I questioned. Her jaw dropped in fake shock.

"Are you kidding me! You don't know Diego!"

"Should I...? You do know I am 16, right?"

"And I'm 15, but that doesn't stop me! He's Dora's cousin! Please tell me you know who Dora is."

"I know Dora! I didn't know she had a cousin. How did you know that...?" I looked at her skeptically, but playfully, half smirking.

"I speak Spanish, he speaks Spanish, I have little cousins, these things happen!"

"You speak Spanish?"

"Si, hablo mucho espanol! Soy de espana!" She smiled, giving me a kiss on my cheek. I had no clue what she said, but it sounded beautiful.

So we sat on the couch, her resting on my lap, as we watched the cartoon. It was much more entertaining when she explained the Spanish things that I didn't quite understand.

When finally, she leaned over and pressed her soft lips against mine. Everything stopped. Her body felt perfect in my arms, her mouth moved gently with mine, the sound of our heartbeats were perfectly in sync.

After a couple seconds, she slowly pulled away, biting her lower lip to hide a soft smile, her cheeks turning the lightest shade of pink.