25

"Oh, my freaking gosh!"
Angrily, I stood, wiping myself before flushing the toilet and storming downstairs, stomping into the lounge with rage.
"Who the hell pissed on the seat?"
Turning their heads, they all looked at me innocently.
"Not me."
"Not me."
"Wasn't me."
"Never could be me."
I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. "We need to establish some rules about the bathroom. Can you guys please either use your own bathroom or learn how to piss correctly? And when you shave your faces, don't leave the hair on the bloody sink! And quit leaving the seat up as if I have a dick. Can you guys wash the shower after you use it?"
"Rose. . .I can see your underwear."
I groaned quietly, pulling my dress down a little and sighing, meeting Jordan's bruised eyes. "I thought I told you to keep that ice on your cheek?" He blinked, quickly putting the bag of frozen peas against his cheek. "I am," he innocently replied, his bright blue eyes blamelessly gazing into mine. I rolled my eyes
"It wasn't me," Gage said, his eyes seriously looking into mine. "But these idiots won't do it again."
Dax rolled his eyes too, looking into the mirror I gave him as he continued wipe the gash on his face. "It wasn't me either. I know how to piss."
Cristiano scoffed, "I use my own bathroom. It was Jordan."
"It wasn't!" He defended loudly, giving me a genuine look of innocence. "Rose! That's not fair! I didn't do it!"
I gave them an irritated look. "Whatever. I'm just glad this mess you guys had with that pervert Angelo is over. You guys look like a mess."
"Wow! Thanks so much, Rose," Cristiano sarcastically thanked, a fake smile on his handsome face. I gave him a 'shut up' look, rolling my eyes again.
"Look, are you guys gonna be alright?" I asked as Gage threw some blood stained wipes in the bin. I glanced around. They all looked awful. "I was gonna go to bed."
"So am I."
"Me too."
"I also."
"Right. ." I slowly said, my eyes scanning each of their idiotic faces. "Okay, well. Goodnight, losers."
"Night, idiot."
"Sweet dreams, witch."
"Goodnight, mother."
"Night, red head."
I couldn't help but chuckle lightly as I left the room, going upstairs.
Although they were annoying, I loved living with the guys. I had only known them for a short period of time but already, I was enjoying my life with them. They were like the brothers I never had and I knew they would always be there for me. They were like family; it was like I knew them for years.
As I entered my bedroom, I sighed softly as I began to comb my hair, daydreaming about life.
Things had changed for me in such a positive way. I was once kidnapped, hurt, beaten and scarred with unimaginable memories but that had all changed. I was finally happy with people I knew were reliable and trustworthy. I had never once thought my life would end up being so great.
"Hey, you," his husky, deep voice softly said as he entered the room. I gave him a small smile as I looked into the mirror, exhaling gently.
His arms wrapped around my waist, my back against his chest and his head buried into my neck. I bit my lip, tensing up a little at his touch.
"Hey, Rose?"
"Yeah?"
". . .doesn't matter."
I licked my lips as I put my stuff down, moving away from his hold and climbing on the bed. I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing softly as I watched him.
His back was to me and he pulled off his shirt, his well sculpted body in my view. I shamelessly ran my eyes down his attractive body, unable to contain myself. He was an appealingly sexy man; I couldn't help it.
The sound of the shower turning on from another room broke me away from my thoughts. I looked away, just as he turned and came towards the bed, sighing as he sat down.
"Let me see," I softly said, my hand going under his chin and gently lifting it so I could see his face. Using my other hand, I carefully touched his blood dried wound on his cheek causing him wince, holding back a hiss.
"Sorry," I genuinely told him, moving my hand away and scanning his face. "Do you feel better?" He nodded, our eyes locked as he gave me a sincere smile. "Yeah, thanks."
"Well. .goodnight." I turned and slipped under the duvet, just as he did the same and murmured a 'goodnight'.
My back was facing him and he turned off the lights, silence filling he room.
"Rose?"
I slowly turned over, meeting his hazel eyes in the dark. "Yeah?" I softly whispered, our eyes locked. He licked his lips, hesitating before groaning gently as he proposed, "I think I want to do something."
"What?" I quietly asked, curiosity in my voice. His hand slowly reached over and pulled a strand of my long hair away from my face, bringing it behind my ear.
"I want to take you on a date."
My eyes widened a little in surprise. Inside, I was glad the room was dark as my cheeks were as crimson as my hair.
A date
He wants to take me on a date
Me and him
Cris and I on a date!
"Take me on one," I replied confidentially, putting up a strong front. "But I don't think you need to," I admitted, my eyes mesmerised by his.
"Why?" He huskily asked, our faces so close together. I licked my lips slowly, my eyes gradually dropping to his kissable lips. "Because I feel like I've known you forever."
He chuckled softly, his voice so deep. "Funny. . .I feel the same way."
"mi fai impazzire, girl," {you drive me insane} he whispered so sexily. I smiled a little, before telling him honestly. "I. . .can't ignore this feeling I have with you anymore," I breathed, my hand slowly sliding up his neck and to his good cheek, caressing it gently. "This sounds so freaking cliche but I can't stop thinking about you."
"I want something with you, Rose."