No, if you put it like that, I only want you!

I took a deep breath, and looked her in the eye. Those beautiful eyes!

If she wanted a relationship, I was ready. Vanessa was just a teenage dream, an ass-fueled jerkoff-fantasy. Here was an absolutely gorgeous woman who wanted exclusivity, and it would not feel like settling at all. Even if it meant the game would end, and I would end up with an 8.

I took her hand. Here goes.

"Kayla, I want you. If you want to be an exclusive couple, then sure, I want that too."

She rolled her eyes.

"No."

"What?"

"You're not being honest. It's going to feel like a prison for you. I get it. I know you got fit and confident fairly recently, it's written all over your personality. Hey, I'm not slut-shaming, but you are in your man-slut phase. It's fine. It's fun. You're just not ready for a steady relationship."

"Errr... I..." I started, but did she have a point?

She continued, taking my hand and stroking it slowly.

"You and I are both 23, but I had that phase before. Meeting Claire in your apartment was the dead giveaway. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time. But...!"

"Yeah, I guess I understand what you're saying. We're in different stages of our lives."

"Exactly," she said, "you'll get to my phase eventually. And who knows, maybe we're both single then, but now, I think it's better that I am brutally honest with you."

"OK. So... we're not fucking then?" I said, and grinned.

"Oh no, we are. Just wanted you to know it's the last time," she said, and let go of my hand.

She slipped me a note, then got up and walked downstairs. A sign over the stairs said "Toilets."

A note! She had totally planned this!

"Discreetly follow me downstairs."