I stop walking and turn to her.
"What?"
"When I told you I wanted to try this, I meant it. I think you're the first non-toxic guy I've ever been with, and I want us to get a chance, but if you only want to be friends I get it."
"Why would you think that?"
"Every time I try to make a move, you dodge me. Now that everything is out in the open it seems like I don't do it for you anymore, and if that's the case just tell me, please don't string me along."
"Fuck. I don't mean to make you feel like that. I just don't know if you were ready for that. I wanna kiss you and do more with you."
She moves closer to me and it takes a lot of fucking effort to not stare at her tits. She's wearing a sports bra and I've been trying to calm my dick down by thinking of hockey for the last hour.
She leans close to me and says "If I wasn't ready, I'd tell you." She's so fucking close, litteraly a breath away and I lean down towards her.
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The Night We Met
RomanceOliver Hunterson has known that River Nixion was a special girl the night he laid eyes on her at 17. What happens when Oliver remember her but River doesn't?
