It worked

"I think it worked." Miranda says.

You head into the living room, to find Tom laying on the ground. Unfortunately, Miranda pulled her shirt back down, before checking Tom's pulse.

"Is he alive?" You ask.

"Yeah... Just ****."

"So we did it?"

A smile lights up Miranda's face as she stands up. "Yeah."

"Sweet."

Miranda then moves to you and embraces you in your arms. "I was so scared."

"It's okay. We did it." You say.

"We sure did."

You stand silent for a second, looking into Miranda's eyes. Part of you wonders if you should tell her how you feel about her. You came pretty close to never getting the chance at all. Then again, that might also mean she's feeling a little fragile. After another second, you stammer "Miranda."

"Yeah?"

"I wanna say something?"

"What John?"

"I... uhh, like you. Like, more than a friend... you-"

Before you can stutter another word, Miranda gives you a kiss. One of those big kisses, like what a hero would get at the end of the movie for saving the damsel from distress. It had been the kind of kiss you had pictured in your dreams and is now your reality.

After your lips part, you say "Guess the feeling is mutual."

Miranda bites her lip. "It sure is."

"You reckon you can stay up a little longer?"

"I can." Her hand squeezes on your crotch. "What did you have in mind?"