Chapter 8 by SG

Phew. Now what?

Figure things out.

"Thanks," Sarah said with relief. "I needed to get out of my own head."

I was still apprehensive now that she knew the truth. "No problem. Uh, so... how do you, um, feel?"

She laughed. "You're worried about me freaking out or something, aren't you? Don't worry, I would be too. I get it. But to me, no matter how much I think about it and reason it out, you're still just the office hottie. I'm just some schlub who's lucky to be talking to you, let alone taking you back to my place. Speaking of which..."

We pulled up to a modest bungalow. I was surprised she could afford it on a receptionist's salary, but maybe she had roommates. She got out of the car and gestured to the house. "Come on in! Sorry, it's a little bit of a mess right now."

We entered the house and she asked if I'd like anything to drink. I asked for a glass of water. As she was bringing it to me, I cleared my throat nervously. "Now that you know what's going on, you don't feel, like, manipulated or something? I mean, don't get me wrong - I have no idea why this is happening - but still, you seem like you're taking it in stride."

She handed me the water and gestured for me to sit on the couch. She sat nervously nearby, close but not touching. I realized she was nervous about touching me so I slid a little closer to her and experimentally put my arm around her back. She sighed gratefully and leaned her head back against my arm as she spoke.

"Well, I know that the way I'm feeling isn't real. I know that my understanding of our dynamics is completely off. But I still feel this way. I'm still just thrilled to have you in my house, on my couch, touching me. It feels like I'm dreaming or something."

"Earlier, when you asked me about your- your- breasts, I had something like an anxiety attack. I knew that you don't h-have... but I still feel like, um, like-" She stopped herself. "I learned that thinking too hard about this is very unpleasant. It's like trying to focus on one of those patterns that trick your eyes. The harder you try the less sense it makes. So I've decided to relax my eyes, so to speak. I'm not gonna sit here and worry about all the contradictions in my head. I'm just gonna go with how I feel."

I smiled and she scrunched up her nose cutely at that. "So with all that, what do you want to do?"

She leaned over and pecked me shyly on the cheek. "What do you think? Although I'm still so nervous around you, do you mind taking the lead? I just feel so small and plain and unattractive compared to you..."

Without a word, I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

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