Every Single Part Of Me
Story by Daisy

~~*Chapter Three*~~

          The car trip home was just as quiet as the car trip there, if not quieter. Finally, I broke the silence.

          “Bethany, would you like to come over to my house and watch a movie?” I asked, hoping that she’d say yes and I could get a move on this bet. She instead looked at me with those same scared eyes.

          “Look, I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but I want to change that.” I looked at her and watched her expression change. “I want to get to know you better.” A lot better! I laughed inwardly.

          “Okay.” She said a bit reluctantly. I drove the way to my house and helped her inside.

          “I’m gonna get something to change into.” I said, heading up the stairs, then turning around to face her again. “Would you like to borrow some clothes to change into?”

          She nodded and followed me slowly up the stairs. I led her to my bedroom. Well, I’ve got her in the bedroom, why not just throw her down on the bed and get a move on? I laughed and she looked at me questioningly. I rummaged through my drawers and pulled out an oversized t-shirt and handed it to her, hoping she wouldn’t ask me for shorts. She didn’t. I showed her where the master bathroom was and she got changed in there.

          I’m just gonna change in here and if she sees anything, then it’s just oops! I grabbed a pair of boxers and changed slowly into them, hoping that she would step out of the bathroom and find me there. It would be a lot easier to get in bed with her if I was already halfway naked. But I couldn’t dress any slower and soon I had to just pull them on. I waited until she came out of the bathroom.

          I sat there, staring at her in my big t-shirt. Her legs peeked out from the bottom. The t-shirt cut off at the thigh so I had a pretty good view of her legs. She held the folded dress in her hand and I led her back downstairs. I flipped on the TV and popped in Mission Impossible Two. I sat back on the huge armchair and watched as she sat in the very center of the couch.

          We were about ten minutes into the movie when I got an idea. “Bethany, come here.” I patted the seat next to me very much aware that the chair was meant for one person only. But it was a pretty big armchair and, with a bit of cuddling, I bet we could fit in one more. She didn’t move.

          “Come sit with me.” I asked, scooting over. She slowly got up from the couch and walked over towards me. She stopped and stood directly in front of me, unsure of whether she should do this with a guy she just met. I reached up for her hand and pulled her gently down next to me. We sat there, squished together, for a few minutes. Finally I couldn’t take anymore.

          I slowly threw my arm around her shoulders, careful not to look into her scared eyes. I still wasn’t comfortable so I scooted her closer to me, wrapping my arm more tightly around her. I reached over with my other hand and held her cold hand in mine. I pulled her with that hand and softly pushed her with my arm so that she was cuddled in my arm. Her shoulders slowly began to relax and her hand slowly came out from beside her and wrapped around my stomach, her cold fingers cold against my bare skin. Her head was resting lightly on my shoulder and I could smell the sweet scent of her flower-scented shampoo. I deeply inhaled and buried my face in her hair. I softly let my lips touch her hair. I reached around with my free hand and turned her chin towards my face. I could feel her body begin to tense. I gently massaged her chin with my thumb and stared deeply into her eyes. I closed mine and leaned in.

          Her cold hand closed on my wrist and she pulled away from me. She stepped off the chair and stumbled backwards, shaking her head with a silent apology. She grabbed her dress and quickly let herself out the front door. I don’t know how she got home because I was the one who had picked her up and dropped her off at my house. I groaned and rubbed my head with my fist, frustrated at how damn prude she was. I got up and grabbed the phone.

          “AJ?” I asked when he answered.

          “What’s up, buddy?”

          “I swear, I have never met a girl that’s as prude as she is! She wouldn’t even kiss me!” I ran a hand through my hair and then shut off the movie.

          “Damn, that’s too bad.” He said sarcastically. “Wanna give up the bet?”

          “No, I’ll do it. I’m just saying it’s not going to be easy.” I thought about how her lips had come so close to mine and then she freaked out. Nope, it wasn’t going to be easy.

Chapter Four

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