i've been holding back with the sex scenes as i know some don't feel comfortable with it but y'all have been asking so ofc i have delivered. end of chapter is a lil steamyyyy. hope u enjoy it xoxo

Callum's POV:

We walk along the water line, sand squishing between our toes, the sun slowly sinking into the horizon.

It's one of these moments that makes you stop and appreciate the beauty around you. The sun, the water, Jake. All if it is beautiful. I slither my fingers between his as we walk. We ate Chinese takeout on one of the rusty tables near the sand dunes and must have drank at least five cans of Jim Beams each.

"I'm glad we did this," Jake says. "This," he clarifies, gesturing to the beach and waving his drink. "Not, you know, the actual reason for coming here."

"Me too," I agree, trying not to let my mind wander to AJ's harsh words and cruel smile.

"I'm feeling a bit tipsy," he admits with a sheepish smile. "These drinks are going down a little too well."

"I'm feeling it, too," I smile, considering we drank at least four each back at the hotel before we left.

Jake looks handsome in the knitted sweater and black chinos I bought him. He looks effortlessly nice in everything he wears, but this is a little more formal than his usual style and I'm here for it.

Pushing his sleeves up past his elbow, he turns me to him and plants a warm kiss on my lips. I deepen the kiss, wanting to feel his tongue on mine immediately. A low growl emits from his throat and we breathlessly part.

"Later," he promises. "We're continuing that."

"Oath we are."

When darkness begins to settle around us, bringing the nightly chill with it, we decide it's a good time to head into town. We don't really know anything about this place or where to go, but that's partly the fun of it. We wander aimlessly through the town. It's much busier than it was earlier, with people dressed in nice button-ups, dresses and heels now, instead of the casual beach attire that I noticed people in when I was in town today.

A bar with low hanging golden lights and loud music blaring pulls our attention. The line up and the people spilling out onto the street makes me think it is a good place to be. The line is pushed through quicker than I expected and we're soon seated, a cold drink in our hands.

"Cool vibes," Jake says to me, moving his head slightly to the music. I cover my smile with my drink. He must be a little drunk to be looking like he wants to dance. And it's a good drunk – happy, carefree and he's smiling. I'm so glad.

"Yeah, I like it here," I say back.

After finishing our drinks and ordering another, we go to the pool tables where a group of guys are playing.

"You guys in for next round?" one of them asks.

"Sure," I nod.

"If you're ready to get your ass kicked," Jake adds.

I look to him in concern but he has a teasing grin on his face. The guy laughs, raising an eyebrow.

"All right, challenge accepted," the lad replies.

These guys are fun. We end spending two hours playing pool and drinking with them. Michael, Johnno and Steve, are their names. They attend uni here and have lived here forever, they tell us. I'm really happy that they also realise we're a couple and haven't once made a thing of it. It's really refreshing not to get stares or see people whispering.

"What's the plan after this?" Michael asks us, leaning over the table top, his beer sloshing over the side of his cup and spilling onto the table, not that he is aware.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"Where to? Clubs?"

"Oh," I shrug, looking to Jake. "We sort of don't have a plan but I wouldn't mind checking some of the clubs out."

Jake nods in agreement. "Where's the place to be?"

"There's Sin City," Michael answers, nodding his head. "Just across the road or further down is Cocktails and our other favourite is Retros, which plays 80's music, if you get a bit over the remixes of today's hits."

"That sounds good!" I say at the same time Jake scoffs. "80's? No thanks."

Michael laughs. "It's pretty good, man, but we can check out one of the others first. See what you think."

Because I'm drunk, I shout everyone a round and ignore the bar tender when he says how much it costs, considering this is the third time I have done this. Mind you, the others have been just as generous, if not more.

When everyone finishes their drink, we move on to one of the clubs Michael told us about. The line to get in was long but we all talked and laughed the whole time, making it feel a lot less time than it was.

The club is crowded and so loud I can barely think, but I sort of love that about it. The lights, the music, the people. Westcom has clubs, but not this big, nor with this amount of people actually in it. Steve shouts something at us but there's no chance hearing him. I nod along anyway and let him lead us to a booth. The drinks are even more expensive here. We make a pact to order the most wild and weirdest drinks for each other that we can. Steve returns with multiple green-coloured drinks.

"Midori splice, or something," he yells to Jake and I, before pushing the glasses to us.

"Woah," Jake grins. "These are really good."

I taste my own and have to agree. Something I never would have typically ordered but delicious, nonetheless.

"How long have you two been together?" Steve asks.

"Um," Jake says, looking to me. "I don't really know?"

"Me either," I admit. "It's all a bit confusing."

"Ah, Steve knows all about that, don't you, champ?" Michael claps him on the back.

"Don't go there," he groans.

"He has broken up and gotten back together with his girlfriend, like, one hundred times," Michael whines with a head shake. "Just this year."

I grin. "Love, so fun, right?"

"They're in one of their 'off' phases right now," Michael continues. "Hence we're all getting hammered together."

"I like the support," Jake laughs.

I beam at him. It's so nice to see him being kind and talkative to someone other than me. Not many people get to experience the beautiful side of him that I do. The emotionless, rude, hostile part of him is a wall that not many get over. I was worried he would be a mess tonight, after everything, but he's so strong.

When we finish our drinks, forcing Steve to skull his just for the sake of it, we move to the dance floor. It's overcrowded and the sweaty bodies swaying together makes it difficult to weave through to a spot where we can all fit, but we eventually manage.

I feel light and loose and good. Really good. I'm not a big fan of public affection when in a group but I loop an arm around Jake's neck and pull him to me and we exchange a warm, sweet tasting kiss. We dance for a long time and I'm thrilled to see Jake relaxed and having fun.

The next round of drinks is a raspberry, lime and soda concoction. It might taste even better than the last one.

We originally planned to club-hop, testing out everywhere but we are having such a good time here, we end up staying until it's 3am. With the new lock out laws and restrictions, the club starts to wind down. We part ways with our new friends, exchanging Facebook adds before we go.

With our arms wrapped around each other, Jake and I begin our short trek back to the hotel.

"I had a really good time," Jake smiles at me, leaning his head onto my shoulder, although I'm sure with my steps that would not be comfortable.

"I'm glad you did. Me too."

"I realised something today."

"What's that?" I ask.

"Blood don't mean shit," says Jake bitterly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, family isn't dictated by who you are blood related to. Family are the people you love and would do anything for you."

"You're right."

"You. You're my family," he says in a much warmer tone. "You, Ellie, Haze. You're all I need."

I plant a kiss on his temple. We part a little, it getting too hard to walk leaning so heavily on each other, but hold hands instead. His palm is warm against mine and I feel so content having my fingers twisted against his.

Considering we danced for so long, some of the alcohol has ebbed away. I'm beginning to feel a little tired, but I know we won't be sleeping straight away.

We enter our room, after both standing at the main entrance door for about three minutes, before we remembered we need to use our key card to get in, since it's after hours.

We kick off our shoes aimlessly into the corner of the room. Jake's hands find my chest and he gently pushes me into the bathroom. He flicks the heated lights on and warmth radiates over us in a golden glow.

He slowly undoes the buttons of my shirt, his fingers brushing my skin a few times. I smile, watching his hands work, loving how he still makes me excited and nervous, despite how many times we do this.

The material slips from my shoulders, pooling at my feet.

"You are a very, very attractive human," Jake tells me fondly, his eyes moving over my body, his hands groping feverishly over my chest and stomach. I lean back onto the bathroom sink and close my eyes as he begins to undo my buckle.

Teasingly slow, he edges my pants down my thighs.

"Come on," I groan softly when he dances around my groin.

He laughs quietly. He pulls his jumper and shirt off in one go, throwing it across the room. It connects with something and a bottle bangs to the ground. As he continues to undress, I lean forward, kissing the nape of his neck slowly, licking his soft skin.

"Oh Christ," he mumbles. "How does that feel so good?"

"Because it's me doing it," I smirk.

He steps into the shower and turns the water on. I follow him inside, closing the glass door behind me. He looks so beautiful. His bright eyes on mine, his dark hair wet, falling limply down his forehead. Water snakes down his skin, making it glossy and I run my hands down his torso, feeling the muscles beneath my fingertips. I lower my hand and he hisses in my ear. I bury my face into his neck, leaving soft kisses as I move my hand, slow at first and then faster.

Jake moans loudly in my ear and I'm thankful that we're alone for once, considering I share a thin wall with my roommate and Jake lives in a share-house.

He suddenly pushes me back a step and flips me around so that my arms are resting on the glass. He presses his chest to my back, his tongue tracing the line of my ear. His hands steady themselves on my waist. His panting is heavy in my ears. He moves closer to me and I gasp at the feel of him, like I always do. He begins to move, very slowly and I whimper.

"Faster," I croak.

"What was that?" he asks and in the steamy reflection I see his dirty smirk.

"Faster!" I practically shout, my hands fisting.

"Faster?" he murmurs, going even slower. "Like that?"

"J!" I cry out desperately.

He chuckles and the sounds is like warm honey spilling over me. He then slams into me and I choke on my breath, my body colliding with the slippery glass. He thrusts into me deep, hard and fast. My breathing is shot and everything is hot and slippery and steamy and Jesus Christ I'm going to go into cardiac arrest.

A sound tears from me and if it wasn't such an intense moment, I probably would have been embarrassed. Jake makes a soft moan as he releases and slumps into me. My legs tremble and I press my palms to the glass to keep me standing.

"Fuck," Jake whispers, leaning back onto the tiles.

We take a few moments to gather ourselves. My eyes are still closed when I hear Jake move. He moves to his knees and I shudder at the feel of his lips, not sure if I'm ready enough to endure what's next. I raise my arms over my head, my fingers gripping the edge of the shower frame.

Jake uses a mix of his mouth and his hand and I feel like I could pass out. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he expertly flicks his tongue and rolls his hand, knowing exactly what I like and when.

"Almost," I moan. "Almost there."

Jake moves quicker and within a second my loud moan is echoing off the walls, bouncing around us.

When Jake stands again, we're under the water, kissing, partly drowning also, with our limbs tangled and our fingers twisting in each other's hair. He tugs at my hair roughly but it's a good pain. We kiss harder and deeper, simply unable to get enough of one another.

I love him so fucking much.

We stay in the shower until the water begins to run cold. Eventually and reluctantly, we shut the water off and step back into the foggy bathroom, both still not able to actually breathe properly. My body is shaky as I towel off, feeling light-headed.

He leans over, giving me a long, soft kiss, which quite the contrast from the angry, hot passion we just went through.

"Let's stay at motels more often," he suggests.

"I second that," I breathe in agreement.

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