Another week in paradise

Its still early days but you feel like you are getting into a bit of a groove. Which is good because this morning you plan on getting to the bottom of the building first to catch Scarlett before the gym. You rush through getting ready and smash a few pieces of toast before waiting at the bottom of the stairs. You wait against the wall and thankfully you rushed as fast as you did because not one minute later you hear her humming as she walks down the stairs.

She gets to the bottom step and her humming stops as she notices you. For a second you feel the tension in the air and contemplate pussying out but you take a breath and get ready to lay your feelings out there in the hope that a bit of upfront honesty will help both of you out.

“Hey Scar, can we chat?”

She glances away from you, like she’s ready for you to get mad at her. “Y-yeah, I suppose.”

It’s still just as tense from before and you begin to feel your stomach turning. You lose confidence in yourself and start the speech deliberately looking away from her. “So, the other night, I might have gone a bit too fast. I know your history with guys has been pretty shit and you haven’t been with a girl before and I just think you’re gorgeous and every time I see you I want to bend you over and I guess I sorta lost control a bit and then I-”

You cut off as you catch a glimpse of her face, “You don’t… hate me? I totally blue balled you. Is that even a thing, i guess its not, umm.” she starts down a tangent but catches herself.

You feel the conversation heading in a direction you totally didn’t expect “Yeah you really did, but I sorta really pushed myself on you and you were just trying to get some space.” You feel your face going red, the more you think about it the more you feel bad for being as aggressive as you were. You don’t know what it Is but something about this conversation is making you go a little bit red in the face.

She pauses a second then blushes even redder before continuing. “Now that we are both talking honestly, I actually loved it,” she looks directly at the ground and refuses to meet your eyes at all.

“Your hands are electric and I don’t know what it is about your kisses but no boy ever made me feel like that it was all going so well but then all I could think about was how you probably think I'm a slut for giving it up too easily and how you wouldn’t respect me and I just lost my nerve and ran. I don’t know what it is but part of me was just back at my old school hearing everyone call me a slut and I just lost it.”

Your cold, frozen heart melts a little listening to the poor girls internal struggle, “It’s okay we can go slow you don’t have to rush into stuff if you don’t want to.”

She looks up at you grumpily, “No, stop feeling bad and listen to me. I really like you, I don’t know what it is but ever since I first saw you and you stared me down while I was introducing myself I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Seriously I never felt like this about any girl or guy for that matter and I don’t want what happened on Saturday to be our first date. I want a redo and it’s going to end the right way.”

You have gone from feeling guilty to shocked. You can literally only stand there slightly open mouthed as she decides to press on.

“You cooked for me last week so I'm going to return the favour. Tuesday night you are coming up to my room again and I'm cooking you dinner, you better be free.” She stares at you expectantly.

Still shocked it takes you a moment to process, “What the fuck just happened here, I was gonna take control and lay it on the line but I got put in my place… I don’t even-”

“Well? You coming?” She interrupts your confusion

“Uh, yes definitely.” You stutter out somehow still finding it difficult to comprehend how you came to this outcome.

“Also if I'm cooking you better look nice.” She smiles.

You give her a deadpan stare and feel yourself recovering a bit of control. “Yeah little miss demanding let’s not push it, you’ll take what you are given.”

“Haha only if you’re lucky.” She lets that statement hang in the air for a second. “Now quick or we will be late.”

You follow her, still confused as hell as to how that went down.