Next Steps [Private RP — Closed]

Eden's POV:

I scowled, crossing my arms. I was finally able to get rid of that thought and image from my mind, but now it was back again. Then I frowned.

"Right, okay, so let's say that is the problem here," I started slowly, trying to fight off a blush. "That isn't supposed to make her all weary, is it?"

Sterling snickered and I groaned again, punching him on the shoulder lightly. Let's see how he likes it when his own brother is of age. I'll get my revenge…

Eden's POV:

My face burned hotter and I hid my face in his chest. Seriously, Sterling? Really?

"I hate you…" I grumbled. Would that be me in the near future? Would I look as weary as that? I immediately dismissed the thoughts, clearing my throat to get rid of the embarrassing thoughts. Why must my mind do this to me?

Eden's POV:

I shook my head, trying to look annoyed but the smile on my face betrayed my intentions. I peeled myself off of my boyfriend's lap (albeit forcefully).

"I'm going to shower," I declared.

Eden's POV:

I turned around, my arms crossed.

"Right, because the shower doesn't tease me 24/7," I retorted, trying to ignore his last statement. Of course, I knew what he was going to ask me. It was obvious. "It's also very, very warm and comforting. It washes away my stress."

Eden's POV:

I almost choked. Honestly, Sterling was making up for all those moments I didn't blush before. I didn't think I could blush a lot, but Sterling likes to prove me wrong.

"I'll keep that in mind," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. I was so going to get back at him one day. Even if it takes years, I will get him back.

Eden's POV:

I shot a glare at him and walked into our room, grumbling to myself. I went to my side of the closet, grabbing whatever I needed before walking inside the bathroom.

Once I was done, I stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel and wiping myself dry. I started dressing, but when I reached for the shirt, I found it in the shower. And yes, it was wet. How did I not notice that? Did it fell when I took the towel?

I bit my lip and hugged my towel close before opening the door slightly.

"Um, Sterling?" I called out, already crossing out the plan to get it myself. What if Sterling walked in while I was shirtless? It would have been extremely embarrassing on my part, even if he was my boyfriend.

Eden's POV:

"Could you… please get me a shirt?"

I wanted to laugh at the situation, but I was too flustered to even make fun of myself. What even was I?

(I'm here now, sorry! g'morning)

(It's okay! Good morning!)

(I'm good, how're you guys? I am loving this conversation rn, btw)

(I'm good! It's nice to hear that you're doing fine.
I'm loving this conversation, too. xD)

Eden's POV:

I peeked from the door, holding the towel tightly against myself.

"Um… anything works?" I replied quietly. "I dropped mine in the water."

Eden's POV:

I know it wasn't a good idea, but I purposefully opened the door a little wider, showing off a little skin of my shoulder–just for payback for all the times he's teased me. Yes, it was nerve-wracking and slightly out of my comfort zone, but I did it anyway.

I smiled at Sterling as I took the shirt.

"Thank you," I said softly. "And I can see you trying hard not to laugh, dear boyfriend."

Eden's POV:

I felt myself tremble when his eyes went to my shoulders before they met my eyes again, but I forced myself to keep an innocent expression on my features.

"It wasn't my fault," I argued. "It fell when I got my towel off."

(They are. XD)

Eden’s POV:

I stuck my tongue out at him before closing the door gently. I quickly pulled the shirt over myself, the soft garment making me feel fluffy.

I exited the bathroom, my dirty clothes in my hands. I threw them in my laundry basket (I bought two separate baskets for both Sterling and I so I could do our laundry separately) before I hung the towel to dry.

When I walked outside, Sterling was working on his work.

“What are you working on?” I asked, leaning over his shoulder, my hands resting on his shoulders.

(the party is tonight)

Eden’s POV:

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my chin resting on his head.

“Violeta invited us to a party tonight, remember?” I lightly pulled on his ear, a smile on my features. “We can’t eat out.”

Eden’s POV:

I pinched his nose lightly, the smile still on my lips.

“Seven,” I answered. “It starts at seven.”