"Harper!" I yelled, I had listened to her rant on and on for the last twenty minutes on how I needed to stay away from Patrick, to be honest she was actually making me want to be with him just to spite her.

"I'm just trying to look out for you Mariah."

I shook my head, "okay first off you're kinda being annoying about this...I'm not even talking to him, we have one class and share friends but that's about it." I lied.

I had to admit that I felt like an asshole lying to her, but the truth is Patrick and I don't even know what's going to happen between us and if she's already freaking out then I definitely wouldn't mind her being the last person to know.

"I just wish you'd listen to me...I know what I'm talking about."

"You really don't Harper...look, if Patrick's a mistake then guess what it's my mistake to make, I do sincerely appreciate you trying to look out for me but at the end of the day this is my life so please just let this go."

"Fine, but when it goes bad I don't want to hear any of it." She said as she hung up on me.

I knew she was pissed, I was annoyed but I had a to start getting ready for Patrick to get here, I had less than an hour and I began moving around like a mad woman.

I picked up all the clothes that was thrown on the floor. I began vacuuming to floor as well, afterward I emptied the little trashcan I have in the room, I put some books out to make it look like I had been studying, I put away all my shoes and then went to grab my charger from the living room. I noticed the dirty dishes sitting in the sink and decided to to do those as well, I collected all the trash and took it out to the garage for Frank to take out in the morning.

Finally I made my way back to my room, I wanted the room to smell like me so I spritzed my favorite body spray around the room a few times...but it was over kill. I opened my window a little and turned on the fan to air out the room.

Once the smell wasn't so overwhelming I closed my window and went into the restroom, I picked up my hair and started the process of taking a shower (minus washing my hair). With my body now cleaned I used my razor to take away any stubble that may have begun sprouting from the last time I shaved and once out I moisturized and was faced with the worst task of all...picking an outfit.

So I knew I didn't want to put on a full outfit as we were just gonna hangout here at my house so pajamas would suffice. But what kind of pajamas...the sexy lingerie would look too desperate but I also wouldn't wear one of my oversized sleep shirts either.

I finally settled on a pair of flowy silk shorts and a plain spaghetti strap top...my underwear however was a nice black set, a little risqué but definitely something worth being seen.

I sat in the living room and put on the tv, I didn't know if I was suppose to wait for a text saying he was on his way, or if I'd see the bright lights from his Corvette coming down the block.

Neither happened.

I was beginning to think that he wasn't going to show up after all when suddenly there was a knock on my door that scared the crap out of me.

I got up a little nervous, "w-who is it?"

"The big bad wolf."

A smile stretched across my face at the sound of his voice, I opened the door and found him standing there casually.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey," he sounded..."I brought my own toothbrush." He smiled a moved an unopened toothbrush from side to side adorably.

He is so cute, I seriously don't see how Harper could hate him so much...yes he has a past, then again, so do I.

I reached up and grabbed his face, he leaned down a bit so I could kiss him, it wasn't long before I felt like I not only wanted to kiss him, but I required his kisses.

Somewhere in the middle of our makeout session he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder caveman style.

"I have neighbors." I laughed

"Let em watch." He said walking into the house.

"Wait the door."

He gently kicked it shut and began making his way down the hall, "which room is yours?"

"I have the master bedroom, last door on the right."

This was true, when Frank and I got back from California we completely gutted the house, it was too hard to see our moms stuff so we packed up most of it and moved it to the shed. We repainted everything and brought in new furniture, Frank gave me the master since this was my childhood home...he opted to take the guest room on the other side of the house since after mom and his dad got divorced he stayed with dad.

"Why are girls rooms always so clean?" He asked as he walked into my room.

"Been in a lot of girls rooms huh?" I teased him.

He was still holding me so it was easy for him to tickle me.

"Put me down you animal."

"Animal?" He sounded faux stunned."animal she says...Duchess you ain't seen nothin' yet." He said as he tossed me onto my bed before attacking me with his sinful mouth.

A content sigh fell from my own mouth as he kissed my neck.

"Why are you wearing so much clothes?" He asked as he placed his hand under my shirt and rested it on my belly.

"Why don't you help me take some of it off." I suggest.

His eyes turned darker, "how about we take all of it off?" I nodded and sat up. "Arms up." He instructed.

I giggled and did as I was told, he lifted the top over my head and soon I was sitting there, my bra fully exposed.

"This is nice." He said as he played with my bra strap. "But definitely too constraining."

I nodded.

He undid the clasp and off came the bra.

He kissed my shoulder and whispered into my ear "lie down Duchess."

Again I didn't fail to listen, my bare back in the cool sheets made me arch my back just a little.

He moved to get off of the bed and he soon found the waist of my shorts and as well as my underwear and pulled them both off.

After tossing them onto the floor he stood there and looked at me.

"Stop staring you weirdo."

"I'm not staring Duchess," he said softly as a small smile pulled onto his face, "I'm admiring the full beauty of you."