"Why are you here?". I asked.

"Shoes". Dropping the bag on the floor he took a seat on the edge of my bed. "So who's the guy?". He asked again.

"Doesn't matter. You need to leave my grans down stairs". She wasn't keen on boys being in my room. Even at the age of 18 she didn't like it.

"Who do you think let me in?. Your gran loves me". Showing me that devilish smirk that he had down to a tee I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. This would be so much easier if he was ugly.

"Thanks ...