We'd chosen the option of not being total slobs all day and going out for dinner cause we're all cute and whatnot. Italian, boom. He pulled my chair out and let me sit down, aw my boyf being a gentleman and all. "So how was the tour itself? We haven't actually properly talked about it," our conversation properly started when our food arrived. "It was amazing, probably our best yet. There were so many fans waiting for us each night, we arrived at each venue at around lunch time and every single time there were people waiting outside even though the doors didn't open until seven ish, it was madness," it's cuz dey luff u bbz. But I luff you more. "Do you want to stay at mine tonight? My parents are out at some party and won't be back until early morning hours and my brother is... I don't know where he is but he's not at home so we'll have a house to ourselves," check me out getting my flirt on lol I'm gr8. "Sure, we'll just stop at mine on the way back to get spare clothes and stuff,"
"Don't bother, they'll just end up on my bedroom floor anyway," ehehehe.
"Shush you," he winked at me. Mmmmm wink.
"Nah I'm good. Actually I reckon mine will too so you won't be alone,"
"Shut up or I'll have you on this table right now."
"Go for it, although we might get a bit covered in pasta," always thinking technically.
"Don't tempt me," I'll tempt you as much as I want thanks. We quickly paid for the bill (we, I mean he) and pretty much sprinted back to my house. "Hello?" I called out. No reply, yep le house is empty. Score. We ran upstairs and as soon as my bedroom door was shut he started ripping my clothes off and I was doing the same back to him, life would be so much easier if he didnt have any on. Yeah the awkward moment when you can't undo your boyfriend's trousers. Ah done it. Seconds later our clothes were in a pile on the floor; my skirt, his jeans, his tshirt and mine. Yes, we're both stood in our underwear. We are so cool. He picked me up and carried me over to my bed, before carefully laying me down and crawling on top. We slid out of our underwear and he grabbed a packet off my bedside table (no I don't keep them there, he put it there, shut up). "You ready?" his face was full of hope and his smile made me melt. I've been ready all my life. I smiled and nodded back. OMFG ASDFHKXHEARBVJJLUTLPUEDSRWWFSBKPORVRYSWQDGDSVC
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