Very quick update tonight my loves. I'm rushed off my feet at the moment, with like, everything! Will reply to reviews in next instalment. That's a firm Sammie Promise.

Sam
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Chapter Twenty Seven

"Happy Birthday!" I squealed, pouncing on Dougie as he opened the door to me. Tiff's mum had just dropped me off outside the house. So all was well. Dougie simply grumbled and let me in to the house. "What's up?"

"I'm thirty." He stated and walked through in to the living room, falling back on to the sofa heavily.

"What's your point?" I asked curiously.

"I'm old and I want to be eighteen again." He pugged.

"Why?" I sat on his legs, leaning over him. "Because then I'd be a four year old. You'd be arrested."

"I mean... Be eighteen now." He sighed. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain himself. "So then I could grow up with you."

Don't people usually say 'I want to grow old with you.'

Instead of 'I want to grow up with you'

Strange.

"That's sweet." I smiled. "I think."

"I'm going bald." He moaned.

Oh god.

He wasn't going to moan all night was he?

"You're going bald?" I repeated, looking at his hairline. Looked the same to me.

"On my bum." He replied.

Do people have hair on their bum?

You learn something new everyday.

Have I got hair on my bum?

Will ask Dougie to look for me later.

What?

I can't look at it myself.

"Do you love me?" Dougie asked out of the blue. I looked down at him, in to those light blue eyes staring back at me. "Actually don't answer that. I wouldn't be able to answer that at your age."

"Will you stop referring to my age as if it's some kind of medical condition?" I scowled.

Typical.

He looked down in to his lap, perhaps looking a little ashamed.

I got up and walked to the living room door.

I turned, and mumbled.

"And if you must know, I do."

He scrambled up off the sofa after me immediately. He grabbed hold of my wrists, raising them above my head before pushing me up against the closed door, his lips slapped mercilessly against my own. Upon being released, my hands rested on his shoulders, as his own travelled south, securing themselves on my hips, pulling me a little closer in to his embrace. I placed my arms around his neck as he lifted my legs up, wrapping them around his waist.

"Doug, I don't want to..." I trailed off as his lips pressed gently against my neck. He paused and smiled.

"I know." he spoke softly. "We won't. I just don't want to let go yet."

"I don't want you to let go." I murmured, our lips meeting for another tongue exercising session. Blushing, I pulled away slowly. My, it was getting hot in here. "I want to do something a little different."

He c-cked his head slightly as I grinned sheepishly. He raised an eyebrow for me to fully explain myself.

"Just, different." I shrugged, not wanting to elaborate fully simply because it's not really a subject you just talk about freely. "I want to have some fun before we..."

He grinned mischievously, letting me place my feet on the floor before grabbing hold of his hand.

Bre's feeling a little naughty...

"Continue.." He smoothed the creases out of my shirt before snaking his hands down and around me, hovering above my arse before gently squeezing.

"How good are you with your tongue?" I pouted, batting my eyelashes.

Obviously a Pss take.

Me?

Innocent?

I'll have you know I'm the reverse.

And proud.

Dougie's eyes seemed to widen.

He obviously wasn't expecting that.