#seducemeerik

James: 

Erik:

Sam:

Matthew: 

Damien: 

Diana: 

Naomi: 

Suzu: 

1.)  I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together. 

2.)  Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’ve been searching for.

3.)  Hello, I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart.

4.)  There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you.

James: High waisted Black Bikini

Erik: A red monokini

Sam: Green Bikini

Matthew: Blue One-Piece 

Damien: Cute patterned Tankini

**Bonus**

Diana: Mismatch purple bikini

"Erik, should I get a banana split or a creamsicle?" I asked, considering both options.

"I don't know, princess. It's your ice cream." He replied, figuring out what he wanted.

"But you usually steal some of mine anyway, so I'd assume I'd give you the choice this time," I said teasing. But it was the truth. We could not be more like a couple when we had food together. I stole his fries, and he spoons fed me his soup. We could not be more barf-worthy if we tried.

"I don't ALWAYS steal your ice cream..." He trailed off, verbally admitting defeat to the truth. "Well, you steal mine as well princess,"

"That is true," I said, with a small smirk on my face. Erik ordered for me, deciding my fate. He had my life in his hands. This one decision could mean life or death. Or it could just mean a ruined Saturday or not.

The woman at the stand brought out one rocky-road and one creamsicle. Erik handed my ice cream quickly, afraid of its fragile nature of melting. We walked to the nearby park and settled next to each other on a park bench. We both enjoyed our iced sweets in silence for a few moments.

My creamsicle was very cold, almost too cold. I offered some to Erik and he bit off the tip. He offered me him but I turned him down. I wasn't in the mood for rock-road. We ate our sweets quietly.

"You look so cute eating your ice cream, Y/N," Erik said, a sweet look in his eyes. I tried to smile while I had ice cream in my mouth, and that didn't work out so well. A part of my ice cream fell out of my mouth and onto my shorts, staining them as they melted. Erik broke out into laughter.

"Stop laughing at me and get me some napkins!" I demanded, my pride a little bit hurt. He ran off the stand to go grab me some napkins.

Erik arrived with the hoped-for napkins. Even as much as I wiped, the ice cream still stained. A giant orange blob was on my shorts. I looked like a child who has no eye-hand coordination.

Erik and I finished our treats talking about nothing important. Or at least it seemed that way since all I could think about was my damn stain. We both got up from the picnic table and headed on our way back to the mansion. My stain was even more prominent exposed to direct sunlight.

"I look like an idiot," I said as I pouted my lips. Erik then wrapped his arm around my shoulders and shoved my face into his chest a bit.

James:

Erik:

Sam:

Matthew:

Damien:

Diana:

James:

Erik:

Sam:

Matthew:

Damien:

Bonus Diana: