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"Of course we are, we're also madly in love." Brad hummed, sitting up just a bit with his elbows. "Or at least, I am. I can't speak for you, but I have a feeling you are."

“Mmm, Good. Happy to hear that baby-doll.” Brad hummed, nuzzling up against her with a sweet smile. “I think nothing less of you, if you were wondering.” He hummed, kissing along her collar bone.

"Come on," Brad muttered as he pulled back. "You need to get ready. We've got an hour or two before the party. I don't really wanna show up late." He pointed out, smiling at her. "So you need to get ready, princess."

"I can kiss you later, but we don't have much time right now." Brad continued to insist, leaning in to peck her lips. "Besides, it'll be better tonight. I'll have more energy from being around friends, that I can make it all worth your while."

"Come on babe, no need to be pouty." Brad called out after her, sliding off the bed to follow after her. "What's wrong? We just don't have much time."

"And those are the words that worry any man. Seriously babe, I can listen. What did I do to upset you?" Brad insisted, leaning on the door so he could hear her. "I really don't want you to be upset, and hurt anyone because I did something."

"Well, if you're sure. I'll leave you to get ready." Brad hummed, smiling himself as he pushed up off the door. Stepping up to the closet, he went to get ready in silence. "I'll be in the closet, knock if you need anything."

Quickly changing in to his own bathing suit, he slid on a grey tank-top, with two black stripes, over his torso as well. With it on, he stepped out of the closet with a soft smile. His swim shorts were a dark teal color, with white striped running down the sides.

"You ready to go, my beautiful princess?" Brad asked, grabbing two towels from the bathroom before coming out to look at her. A smile was spread across his face, giving him a calm demeanor.

"I know there's a while until the party, but Chelsea's is like twenty minutes away. I also wanted to pick up so drinks from the store." Brad hummed, slipping his arm around her waist. "Are you cool with that?"

"M'kay darling. Do you need anything from the store when we get there?" Brad asked her, shutting off the bedroom lights. Leading her to the front door, he shut lights off as they went.

"Alright. If you're sure." Brad nodded, pulling away so he could grab his keys. In the weeks Caroline was gone, Brad had gotten his own car. It was used, but it still looked nice. "Hey… do you know if the security is good here?"

"Just… just wondering. The whole thing from earlier, is just making me nervous." Brad mumbled, holding on to her hand a little bit tighter. "I just want you to be safe. That's all."

"That's good to hear." Brad sighed softly, kissing her lips as he locked the apartment door. "What store would you want to go to? And do you need any kind of food to eat before we get there?"

"If you're sure." Brad hummed, leading her to his car. It was a black, sleek, and shiny Mercedes he had bought a week or so ago. It was pretty nice for a used car. "What do you think? I don't think I ever actually showed you."