His eyes roved the varied clusters of party goers, watching with idle interest someone getting a sound snogging. He smirked, taking the freshly poured...stills and downing it in a swallow. The spirits burned, his eyes flickering painfully as he reached for the lime. Elena whirled up beside him, breathless. ‘Already hitting the bottle?’ She waved to the crew still out on the floor. Rude looked away from her, leaning both arms on the counter. An empty chair opened up next to him and Elena promptly. "Get off your knees. I'm done for the moment," he laughs.I glance up and see him smirking arrogantly. He definitely enjoys keeping me on my toes.We head down for breakfast, with him still clutching the cane. I'm wondering what he needs it for, but I don't pester him. I know I'll find out when it's time.I sit down at the counter, and minutes later, Liam places some toast in front of me and a black coffee. I suspect he doesn't know how to cook anything other than this. I might have to show him my. We lay together for a short time until at last I said. “If we’re going to do this I think I’d better get undressed, don’t you?” I stood up and as I took my shirt off she turned on her side and faced the back of the lounge chair we had been lying on. I asked if there was anything wrong and she replied that there was nothing wrong but that she wasn’t ready to look at me naked yet. I asked her if she was having second thoughts and she said definitely not – it was just that it was a long time. She never had coffee so her mind flew to an immediate emergency, until she sat up and realized she wasn’t at home. Lauren lifted the sheet she was under and looked down. Promptly pulling the sheet against her, a flush grew over her and Lauren stared at the ceiling for a moment trying to figure out what to do. With a quick glance at the door, she grabbed her t-shirt and found her underwear and her pants and pulled them on. She ran a hand through her hair wishing her hair were shorter. Lauren.