You're getting dressed into your skinny jeans and a loose tank top when your hear a knock on your door, "um, I can walk home if you'd rather, I actually live right down the road."
You walk over to the door and crack it then back over to your mirror while spraying your perfume on, "no, please, there's no problem taking you."
You say smirking a bit but then catching yourself. You look over at him to see if he thought about the way you said it. He slid the door open a little bit more to let himself in.
He slowly walked up behind you, "I don't mean to rush you, believe me, but I have to be home at a certain time." He says breathing against your neck.
You could see him in the mirror, the way he looked at you. That feeling came back, you were vulnerable, "okay, then let's get to stepping." He smirked.
