You feel you have to

Now that Nicole has planted the idea in your brain you don't feel like you can just let it lie. You cautiously creep up the stairs to Sarahs room, feeling strangely nervous at the thought of confronting her. Bringing up her crush and being wrong might be embarrassing but still you must know, for better or worse. Reaching her door, marked as Sarahs by faded pink stickers, you rap twice gently and wait for her to answer.

"Come in." She calls out in a high singsong voice. Opening the door you step inside before closing it behind you and turning to face your erstwhile enemy. Sarah is kneeling on her bed, still proudly naked, smiling at you with that same smoldering intensity in her eyes. Before you had chalked that fire up to anger or bitterness but now, in light of what Nicole said, it feels a little different. Misplaced warmth rather than scorching hatred.

Looking at her now you find yourself tongue tied and Sarah takes this as her opportunity to speak. "I'm glad you came John." She purrs. "I've got a new deal for you..." As she says this she slips off the bed and prowls towards you, swaying her hips as she does. "Sarah, wait." You stop her, raising your hands. She stops and cocks her head to one side, like a curious animal. "There's something I've got to ask first..."

While you try to find the right words Sarah just stares at you, like a cat staring at a mouse. When it looks like she's about to pounce from impatience you just blurt it out.

"Do you have a crush on me?"

Sarah looks completely taken aback by the question, her demeanor of a smug sexual goddess temporarily fractured to reveal the **** college girl inside. Since she's at a loss for words for seemingly the first time tonight you decide to keep talking. "Everything you've done tonight, and everything you've said, all seems to be aimed at me. You told me you wanted to make me happy and now you don't want me to be with Miranda. Is it because you want me for yourself?" As you say it you feel **** too, like you were the one confessing your crush, and not the one asking the question.

There's a long moment of silence while you wait for Sarahs reply. Taking a deep breath in she prepares to answer.