(𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑)

"Happy birthday," they exclaim, practically screaming at me.

I hadn't even gotten out of my pyjamas yet and my family were standing in front of me with bright smiles and joyful voices.

"Thank you guys," I say.

"Oh yeah, here you go," my mom mutters before handing me a cup of coffee as I sit on the sofa.

Before I can thank her again my mom hands me a box, "I can't wait I'm sorry," she squeals.

"That's okay," I chuckle.

I set the cup on the counter before untying the ribbon around the box. When I open the box, I see a key that I closely examine and I notice a small house connected to the key.

"You guys are lying," I sputter, glancing at my dad but he shakes his head.

"It's not too from us but we think you deserve your own space," he says.

"When can I see it?" I ask and they both chuckle.

"Soon," my mom tells me.

"Thank you so much," I say as I enclose them both in a tight embrace.

"Can we cut the cake yet?" Grace questions with innocent eyes.

"Yes but no cake before breakfast," my mom says causing her to frown.

I lift her from the ground before resting her on my hip, "I'll give you a small piece," I whisper in her ear.

She giggles slightly showing off the dimples I've always envied.

When I reach the kitchen my mom hands me a knife to cut the cake. I put the knife in Grace's little hand and guide it down to slice the cake.

After placing it onto a plate I take away the knife and give her a little piece while they aren't looking. I help her to her feet, and she laughs before jumping onto the couch.

I turn to them, "Thank you guys seriously,"

"How many times are you going to say thank you," she chuckles.

"I just want you guys to know I really am grateful for this," I say.

"Of course, we know," he mutters before he kisses my forehead. "Just don't crash it,"

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Today was a really busy day for me, perhaps the polar opposite of yesterday. Yesterday was slow and tranquil, but today was frantic and fast. I just came from seeing my grandparents and now I just got to the cafe where I have to meet Kate and Tabitha.

Upon my arrival I see Tabitha and Kate seated at a table outside. "I'm sorry, I know I'm late," I say and they both laugh.

"Happy birthday babes," Kate says. She gets up and gives me a hug and Tabitha follows suit, wishing me a happy birthday accompanied by a hug.

"Thank you," I tell them both and we sit back down.

"Today has been so busy," I complain before I take a deep breath.

"What do you expect you're ten years closer to thirty, you'd better get used to it," Kate jokes.

"Do not, I'm only now getting out of my teen years," I tell her and she laughs.

"So, how was yesterday with your Dream Boy," Tab asks.

"Definitely took number one on my top five best nights," I say. "But sorry girls, no details can be disclosed,"

"Oh, you're joking," Tabitha mutters.

"Thank goodness," Kate states.

They both say at the same time, and I laugh at their unique remarks. "That's a night between him and I,"

"Now I'm actually interested," Kate mumbles. "But before I forget,"

She hands me the gift bag next to her, "It's for tonight,"

I immediately feel anxious.

What does that even mean?

I take the bag and I take a look inside. I immediately look up at her and laugh, "I am not going to wear that," I respond, looking up at her.

"Oh yes you are," she says but I shake my head.

Tabitha laughs and I roll my eyes playfully, "You guys are so stupid," I mutter.

"I have something for you too," Tabitha says.

"Please be something a little more innocent,"

"It is don't worry," she tells me before she hands me the gift bag.

I glance inside and see three keychains, each with a different image. Firstly there was me and Tristan, then me and Kate, and finally me and Tabitha. They were all constructed with songs at the bottom with play, next, and previous buttons.

"These are so cute," I tell her with a smile.

"Thank you," I say and she nods.

"Where's my thank you," Kate mocks and I chuckle.

"Thank you, Kate. I definitely will try to wear these," I joke.

"You'll get curious enough,"

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She wasn't incorrect; for some reason, I stood in front of the mirror with the lingerie in my hands, puzzled as to why she had purchased so much. There were three of them, and I couldn't wrap my brain around how some strap or piece of cloth would go on my body.

A knock on the door startles me causing me to drop the thin pieces of fabric, I quickly gather them and drop them in the bag, "It's open," I say.

"How's the birthday girl," Tristan says as he opens the door.

"Overwhelmed," I tell him.

When I look at him, he takes his hand from behind his back and shows me a bouquet of purple and white flowers.

"Tristan,"

He plants a kiss on my lips when he approaches me, "Happy birthday, Ollie," he mutters.

"Thank you," I say. I take the flowers from him and place them in a vase with water.

He takes a seat on my bed then twists his finger around mine and pulls me close to him, "Why are you overwhelmed?" He asks with knitted brows.

"Everything seems so rushed and now it's almost night. I felt like I had more time with you in those five hours than I've had all day," I let out a deep breath.

"It's your birthday, set the pace,"

"Well I promised Grace we'd watch a movie together but my parents want to take me to my house?" 

It comes out more as a question because it feels so weird to say, that having my own house is very nerve-racking. I mean I love my parents and Grace, I love living with them but I could use my own space.

"Your house?" he questions and I nod.

"You're a homeowner now," he chuckles.

I roll my eyes playfully at his response, "Yeah, I'm an adult adult," I say.

"Well let's go see your house," he says as he gets up from the bed. I notice he's beaming brightly but I can't seem to understand why.

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The house is quite modern with an old-fashioned twist, the huge windows on the upper floor give a perfect view of the outside. It's amongst the forest of Greendale, where my mom wanted to move. 

When we get inside it's even more beautiful,  it's fully furnished and for some reason, it looks perfect, almost too perfect. The open space went so well, blending in the light areas of the kitchen and living room.

"You guys were planning this for a while," I say, as I take another look around, "This place is perfect,"

"We had a little help," My mom says gesturing to Tristan.

"You knew?" I question with my mouth slightly open, how did he even manage to keep this from me?

He nods with a slight smile, "For some time," 

I glance at all of them and shake my head a bit, "Thank you guys, really," I say.

They smile brightly but it quickly erupts into laughter when Grace speaks, "Frozen, Frozen, Frozen,"

"Come on, I brought popcorn," my dad says, waving the bag of popcorn in his hand causing me to chuckle.

Tristan picks up Grace and sits on the couch while my parents and I head into the kitchen.

"You guys really went all out," I say, placing the bag into the microwave.

"We did," my mom smiles as she grabs a bowl from the cabinet.

"You guys even bought dishes? What time did you guys even have to do this?" I ask.

"Well, Tristan and his mom helped a lot, she did the designing and Tristan picked out a lot of the items and furniture, it seems like he really knows you," my mom tells me.

I can't stop grinning; I'm not sure if it's because Tristan helped with everything or because he knows me so well. It makes sense; he listens to me talk about the most odd things, and I never expected him to remember anything. This is beyond words in terms of perfection.

"Go on, we finish up here," my mom tells me and I nod.

When I make my way over to the sofa I overhear Tristan and Grace's conversation.

"What do you say since it's Ollie's birthday let's watch Tangled," he suggests. "I'll give you bedtime stories for life,"

"You already promised that," she tells him, clutching onto the remote tightly which makes me laugh softly.

"Alright, you're right," he says digging into his jacket, "Aha, a lollipop," he says.

She nods happily, finally giving him the remote as she takes the lollipop from him. He changes it to Tangled and I join them with a bowl of popcorn.

I look at Tristan with a small smile, "Tangled? how'd you pull that one?"

"I have my ways,"

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After the movie, my parents and Grace headed home for the night. They wanted me to enjoy my first night at my new place, which feels strange, but I'm less nervous due to the fact Tristan is staying.

"I hope you don't mind giving me a drawer at least," Tristan questions as he walks out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.

His sweatpants hang dangerously low, small drops of water trickles down his abs and his hair is slightly damp as he rubs a towel against his head.

His blue eyes meet mine and his gaze slowly runs down my body. I hated the fact that my curiosity made Katelyn right, I did wear one of them. I don't even know why I brought it with me.

It was a pink lace bra with matching lace panties that didn't even deserve to be called that. It had straps that connected to the straps around my thigh. The fabric was so thin it felt as if any sudden movement would rip it apart.

 He smirks slightly as he walks towards me, "I find it hard to believe you bought this yourself,"

"Maybe I did, you are becoming a bad influence on me," I say.

He leans down a bit, "Really?" he questions and I feel his breath against my lips.

I nod slightly as I tip-toe and reach his lips, I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me up into his arms before walking towards the bed.

He lays me down and places his knee on the edge as he directs his kiss towards my neck.

He holds himself up with the palm of his hand flat on the bed beside my head, his other hand reaches down to my bare thigh and he runs his fingertips up.

I bite my lower lip to conceal a moan from his touch, he always knew where exactly to touch me, kiss me and make my body feel ignited. He knew my body well and maybe that's why he could make this experience painfully pleasant.

He pulls on the strap around my thigh and let it go slightly stinging my skin but for some reason, it didn't hurt. He pulls my leg up to his waist as he slips off the thin strap from both of my thighs.

I flip us over surprisingly pretty easily and straddle him, I lean down to kiss him and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

He kisses me back immediately but his hand runs up my side before it reaches my back. He sits up causing me to sit flat on his thighs

His hands go to my waist, pulling my body closer to his before he slides his hand up. He unclips my bra and pulls the straps down slowly before throwing the bra somewhere on the floor. Before he can do anything else I bring my hand down towards his sweats.

I've never done this before but I'm pretty sure it can't be that hard. It was my turn to make him feel good.

I pull on his waistband slightly so my hand could slide inside his sweatpants. He parts our lips and looks at me with his lust-filled blue eyes.

"Olivia you don't have to,"

"I want to," I tell him as I slowly run my finger over his tip.

His eyes close and his head leans back a bit, he moves back against the mattress, holding himself up by his elbows and his arms.

I run my hand down his dick slowly, speeding up the pace when I slide my hand back up.

He pulls his lip between his teeth, and a small groan vibrates in his throat. I move my hand faster making sure to rub his tip every time I reach the top.

His lips parted and he moaned slightly, as I squeeze just a tiny bit more. His breaths increased as his chest moves rapidly with each shaky breath he let out.

After a few moments of his breathless moans, and a few curse words under his breath. Just as I brought my hand up one more time to rub his tip, he groans quite loudly and I feel a thick liquid on my fingertip.

I pull my hand out of his sweats and before I can do anything else he flips us over, laying me flat down onto the bed.

His gaze was fixed on mine, even with my body fully exposed his eyes still found a way to mine. His lips were on mine within seconds, it wasn't a slow kiss.

He was more passionate with this kiss, when his tongue touched mine he pulled my underwear down and took them off, again throwing it somewhere in my room as I pull his sweats down allowing him to easily kick them off.

I was back on the pill and I needed him right now, I was not going to move to get a condom although it would be the smarter move.

"Please Tristan," I breathe against his lips.

He doesn't think twice before he pushes his tip into me, my hands waste no time grabbing his shoulders as he dips his head down into my neck letting out soft groans as he pushes into me more.

Before he allows me to take all of him, he slides out a bit and then pushes back in, this time pushing it all in. It didn't hurt as much as the first time which only left room for more pleasure.

His hand came up to grope my breasts as his lips came to mine, while he slipped in and out of me.

I moaned against his lips, placing my hand on his back as I felt his muscles flex every time his body moved.

I didn't need to tell him anything, he already knew what my body liked from the first time, he knew how well I would react to his movements.

Soon his pace had increased just enough to make me moaning mess on his lips, I felt the grin on his lips whenever I moaned his name.

I wasn't sure if he kept his lips on mine to keep me quiet or to feel how I couldn't keep quiet.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, he pushes deeper and the moan that escapes my mouth sounds more like a scream.

My head begins to feel lightheaded and my eyes can't keep themselves open.

What did he just do?

"There huh," he murmurs breathlessly as he does it again, causing me to graze his back hard before digging my nails into his skin.

"Fuck, Tristan," I moan, he kisses my cheek and trails his lips down my jawline.

"Keep moaning my name baby," he mutters.

Only Tristan Hendrix could get away with calling me baby. I never complained because it didn't bother me when it came from him.

His hand finally leaves my breasts, he runs his fingertips down my stomach and my breath becomes stuck in my throat.

His thumb covers my clit and he rubs small circles on it, a moan leaves my lips and he grins when he gazes down at me.

My hands were gripping onto anything that would support me, his arms, his back even his sides, my hands were all over his body and he didn't seem to mind.

When his thrusts became harder, I was a moaning mess to the point of no return, my body felt overwhelmed and I couldn't stop my legs from slightly trembling.

One last thrust hits that same spot as before and I unravel as the orgasm takes over my body while I moan his name loud enough for possibly the few neighbors I have to hear.

He gazes down at me with small beams of sweat on his forehead and it takes me a while to catch my breath after I finally settle down.

"You sound tired," he grins.

I shake my head, "I'm not,"

"Good because we're not done,"

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𝗼𝗼. ⁞ 𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

Heyyy, I haven't posted in so long and I apologize, school has started again and I want to dieee. I haven't looked over this chapter properly but I needed to get it out sooo chapter sixty-seven is completed, I greatly do hope that you liked this chapter. Chapter sixty-eight coming soon.

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