Alice

"Okay, Emma, if you don't mind: We were on a date," you say.

"I figured," she says. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll leave."

"Please do," you say.

There's one look in her eyes, right before she does. She glances between you and Alice. And you can swear that you see a small lip-bite, a gloss to her eyes.

"Have fun," she says, then. "Despite the comment, she seems...nice. She seems like a nice girl."

Alice covers her mouth, ashamed. Just as Emma is starting to leave, she uncovers it and says. "I'm so sorry!"

But it's unclear whether Emma hears her. She's already walking away. Quickly.

Alice turns to you. "I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."

"No. It's okay," you say, firm. "She shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. The truth is...I flirted with her, kind of, before I met you here. It's not like I cheated on you or anything, it's just--"

"Ryan," Alice looks you dead in the eyes. "You said this is a date, right? Well...this is our first date. Whatever you were doing before, we weren't dating. Now we started to date, and you rejected her. So...don't worry about it."

But there's a waver in her tone, still an anxiety there. Still something she needs to talk about. You're starting to pick up on those subtle signals.

You ask. "But...what else?"

"Do you..." She looks in the direction of Emma. "...You like that? I mean, girls like that. Who are a little..."

"A little...what?" You try to help her finish.

She bites her lip, then shakes her head. "Nevermind. I get it, totally. It's normal, right? Like there are certain things about guys that I find, you know, hot. And maybe they aren't...decent things. That's totally normal."

"Yeah," you say, realizing that the conversation is finally drifting in a safer direction. "Yeah, it is."

Her eyes are heavy on you. "There's...things I want to do. You know. A lot of things. I just need someone I'm comfortable with. That I can trust."

You nod. And her hand comes up to yours, grips it. She smiles, then kisses you on the cheek. She lingers there just a bit longer than you expect. Almost possessively.

Everything seems to fade into a dream, after that. When you finally go back up to your dorm room, you are on cloud nine.

Emma (Love) -10
Alice (Love) +5
Alice (Lust) +10