I look up at him puzzled, not sure I know what he means.
“We could live together, once college is over.”
I search his eyes and see nothing but sincerity there. “Live together?”
He nods, looking uncertain for just a beat of a second. “I mean, I know we’re young but — “
“I want to,” I reply, cutting off whatever he is going to say. “I want to.”
His beaming smile melts my heart, and he leans in and kisses me.
“So, we’re doing it then?”
I nod, grinning back at him like a fool in love. “Yeah, but where will we live? I mean, we haven’t talked about university. Will you still go to Oxford now?”
He chews on his lip as he lifts me from the pool table and walks us over to the sofa. He sits down and pulls me onto his lap.
“I’m not going to university, Manchester. I get my mum’s inheritance soon and I’m thinking of opening my own business.”
I arch a brow. “You are?”
“How do you fancy a trip to Ibiza next week for the college holidays?” he asks me, suddenly changing the subject.
“For real?”
He nods, twirling a piece of my hair around his fingers. “We’re all going out there for a week to have some fun before the shit gets real and we have exams.”
“But I thought your dad has disowned you? Surely he won’t let us stay at his place?”
He nods. “No, he definitely won’t, but Izzy and Owen’s folks have a place out there. What do you say Manchester are you up for some sun, sea and fun?”
“Hell yes,” I reply with a grin.
I gawp like a fool at the lush villa, as we all pile out of the two mini buses that have brought us from the airport. Grayson wraps his arms around my waist from behind me and rests his chin on my shoulder.
“Close your mouth Manchester or I’ll have to find something to fill it with,” he warns and I flush red checking none of our friends just heard him.
“This place is amazing,” I gush, moving my head to the side to allow Grayson to continue kissing down my neck.
“Isn’t it? Wait until you see the pool.”
“Come on lovebirds, let’s get inside and get this holiday started!” Izzy shouts from further up the drive to us, beckoning us forward. She screeches when Dom rugby tackles her and throws her over his shoulder.
“Time to party!” He shouts, and this earns him shouts of encouragement from the boys as everyone piles inside.
“Why do I get the feeling this week will get messy?” I say with a smile as Grayson takes my hand and guides me towards the villa.
“Because it will be messy. We’re going to drink and party until the sun comes up.”
Izzy allocates us a room on the first floor that overlooks the front of the villa. Izzy and Owen bagged the best rooms that have balconies that reach out over the pool. Ben and Alex are sharing a twin room and Jacob and Molly are in the room next to us. Lydia and Jessica are sharing a room. I’d tried to convince Grayson to invite Lottie and Andrews, but whilst he is growing accustomed to the fact that one of my best friends is dating his enemy. He isn’t quite at a place where he is willing to holiday with him.
“It’s a shame, Ems couldn’t come,” I comment as we unpack our luggage.
Grayson scoffs. “I for one am glad she isn’t here. I do not want to see Owen getting handsy with my sister in a bikini.”
I roll my eyes, grinning. “She’s sixteen and she’s no longer a virgin, Grayson.”
His response is to put his hands in ears and hum.
“Childish,” I chastise, throwing my red bikini bottoms at him. He catches them in his hands and grins, holding them out in front of him.
“Now this little thing holds some good memories,” he says with a waggle of his eyebrows. “Heaven help me, I’m going to be walking round hard all the time with you in bikinis.”
I shake my head at him, but I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face. “Well, you’ll have to practise some self-control posh.”
He reaches for me and throws me down on the bed before climbing over the top of me. “I don’t have any self-control when it comes to you, Manchester. My dick just wants in you all the freaking time.”
I reach down between us and cup him with my hand. “Like right now?” I ask him, chewing on my lip.
“Definitely right now.” He grins before grinding his hardness into my hand.
“Come on, you two! Get your arses down to the pool, it’s time to party!!” Owen hollers from outside our door. “Put your overactive dick away, Grayson, and get downstairs!”
“Fuck off, we’re busy,” Grayson shouts in reply, his hand tugs at the zipper of my jeans.
“We’re still unpacking,” I shout, then moan slightly louder than I intended when he slips a finger inside me.
“Fucking Nympho’s,” Owen mutters from the other side of the door.
A half hour and two orgasms later, I follow Grayson outside to the pool in my red bikini. The hot Balearic sun beams down on us and I raise my face and close my eyes for a few seconds and soak it in. Izzy appears before me with a red-coloured drink in her hands.
“This is for you. Strawberry Daiquiri.”
I take the drink from her and take a sip. “Wow, that is nice.”
Izzy grins and points at the jug in her other hand. “I’ve made a pitcher so there’s plenty more where that came from.”
Music erupts from the speakers, and the boys all whoop and start diving into the pool. I notice Grayson deep in conversation on his phone and make my way over to him. As I reach him, he drapes an arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side.
“That’s great Tom. Thanks for letting me know.”
“Everything okay?”
He nods and drops his phone
