You hug her

You don't know exactly what you're doing. As far as to whether you're doing it for the app, whether you're doing it to eventually change her opinion of you, or whether you're doing it out of instinct. In that moment it is some blend of the three, impossible to discern in any clarity how much of each...

You hug her.

Your arms wrap around her, pulling her into your embrace. Your head over her shoulder, her head over yours. She had just been jogging. In case it wasn't clear from her outfit, it was clear from her scent, the slight smell of sweat mixed with a spice from her deodorant. She wasn't soaked, it wasn't that vigorous. But you could hear the tempo of her breaths, they were faster. Maybe that too was due to exercise, maybe to your sudden embrace. Your hands rubbed along her back, trying to soothe her. You felt the clasp of her bra, her breasts lightly pressed against your chest.

"I don't need an apology. But if you're really that worried about me, I want to put your mind at ease, talk through every last worry you have about me. So let's get dinner sometime, maybe at the end of the week. It'll be your treat and I'll decide where we're going. But this isn't some apology. It's only a dinner between friends. Maybe the week after that I'll return the favor. Assuming some other absolute devastating blow to my ego doesn't come from living here."

You let go of her and she backs up. Her face is flushed, but she did just finish jogging. And you also weren't in the habit of hugging her, which would be a bit forward in most relationships and in your relationship was basically unheard of. So maybe the flush was also from the unexpected body contact.

You check your own self. Hot, a bit embarrassed, but not as much as usual. Happy, confident that what you did was right. Dominant? Yeah, maybe you had just told her what you were going to do together, the textbook definition of dominant. But you also hadn't been a jerk, just stood up for yourself. You felt... in control.

No erection, good, didn't accidentally rub your hard cock on her like a creep. Good. Any erection you had from your visions of the girls begging to suck your cock was gone from the complete shitshow of the app fucking you over twice. Anger and sadness weren't exactly strong aphrodisiacs after all.

You are brought back to the moment by the sound of her response. Her words are unsure, flustered. "...Sure, I'd be happy to. Friday evening, that'd be two days from now, right? Just try not to choose some place that'll bankrupt me, alright? I didn't completely emasculate you after all." She laughs gently, trying to bring the conversation back to the jaunty usual pace the two of you had, and not the serious (sensuous?) vibe it had now.

She tries to laugh off the tension, but she quickly descends back to the serious conversation. "I'm glad though. I'd hate for you to leave just because something small like a toilet seat proved to be the one issue too many. I know that you always seem to get bullied because you're the one guy among a bunch of girls. I hope that's not too annoying. Maybe, when every little issue is solved, we can live together without any more bickering, any more backtalk."

You respond almost without thinking. "Erica won't make that easy..." You stop yourself. What were you going to say, that Erica was a bitch? She'd already heard that bit before from you, and it was clear there was anger there between you two. That you'd gotten an almost certainly omniscient viewpoint from the app, that confirmed she loved watching you squirm, loved causing trouble? You might as well argue that the gnomes beneath your bed had psychology degrees and diagnosed her with terminal bitchiness.

"I know. Erica doesn't trust you, but maybe with time she'll open up to you, see you for the sweet, understanding guy I've known for a long time. I just hope when that time comes you can see the positive traits in her too."

She was always too nice. Too idealistic. Too perfect.

She looks down, embarrassed. "Uh, if you're not angry any more, I guess I should get going. I'm a bit of a sweaty mess. I hope you didn't get any on you when we hugged. I'm going to go shower, and get ready for dinner. Text me when you think of where you want to go on Friday. See you."

She turns, quickly standing up and leaving from your room. You sit there, a bit dumbfounded.

Wait, she just said something.