She Pushes It Away

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Doe exclaims, pushing his hand away. "I don't know WHAT you've been told, but I don't just jump into bed with any guy I meet." She gives John a glare that pierces through him like a sword.

There is a sudden tension in the room that felt as though it could be cut with a butter knife.

He turns bright red, hangs his head and scoots away from her a little.

"S...sorry" he manages feebly, unable to look her in the eye. His voice drops to a much softer tone than normal. "I...I just got caught up in the moment." The embarrassment he felt could be clearly seen in his face.

"I really didn't mean to offend you. I'm not the type to jump into bed with any person I meet, either." He turns away from her. "In fact, I've only been with one girl, and that was so messed up I tend to even deny that IT ever happened."

When John turns back to face her, braced for the worst, he is surprised to see that her expression has changed from one of rage to one of compassion.

"I didn't know" she says, closing the gap between them. "I knew that Mark was in a frat and definitely lived it up during his college years. I just assumed that you were like him." She grabs his hand and intertwines his fingers with hers.

Looking into her eyes and feeling his confidence return, John thinks back to his senior year in college. "I was never much for the party scene, though I did enjoy it occasionally. I, however, generally stay in the apartment and enjoyed the peace and quiet while everyone was gone. I would do beer runs for people and sometimes play DD. It basically paid for my gas that year."

John continues to think back and Doe could see his mind wander in his eyes. "I love Mark, he's a great guy. He, at least, was pretty picky about who he brought back, but we're not the same in that regard."

Leaning against him and laughing, Doe jokes. "You LOVE him?"

"That's not what I meant!" He retorts, frustrated. "Mark's great, he's one of my best friends."

"I'm just joking." She smiles and looks into his eyes. "This guy is alright." She thinks to herself. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

With that, she guides his hand back to her breast.