"So, what did you want to do?" Cayden asked as soon as she closed the door while I slid off my slides and left them neatly at the entrance.

"I was hoping you'd have a plan," I said and Cayden's lips turned up into a small smile.

"Movie?"

"Yeah," I said, surprised by how nervous I felt. But there was also an overwhelming feeling of excitement, like I couldn't believe it was actually happening. I was genuinely excited to be seeing Cayden. I was glad to be in the same room as her. And with the way my skin lit up the second I saw her, I knew I was already half-ready for her to get me out of my clothes.

We settled into her couch, immediately bringing forth flashbacks of me touching myself in front of Cayden. I'd never forget the look on her face—the way she watched me.

"Any preference on genre?"

"Not really. I actually don't watch movies that much."

"Seriously?" Cayden asked.

"Yeah. Never been my thing."

"There's a whole world out there for you, Vi. Seriously. Movies are, like, a way of understanding people. It explores emotions and interpersonal relationships. And then there's also sometimes cool explosions or whatever which also keeps things interesting."

I laughed. "Which way are you leaning? A movie about human experience or something stupid with buildings being blown up?"

Cayden leaned back on the couch and turned on the TV, looking at me with an expression so unintentionally sexy that it made my breath catch. "What are you thinking?"

Something that has no relation to a movie. "No, no. I asked you first," I said, surprised by how easily I took on a flirting tone. Cayden studied my face, her expression slightly amused.

"Let's do something stupid," Cayden referred to one of the second options that I listed. She went through her Roku apps, scrolling cooly. She had an amazing side profile, her jaw a sharp line, her expression slightly focused, her lips pursed and full. Her dark hair was pushed behind her ear, showing off her ears with diamond stud earrings pierced into them. "Did you want anything to drink, by the way? I have water—wine."

"Wine sounds great," I said knowing a little boost of liquid courage would help with my nervousness. I was more at ease than when I'd first walked in, but there was still a sense of anticipation in the air that put me on edge. It was funny to me that we'd already done so much together physically but just sitting together felt more intimate.

"Great," she said and walked into the kitchen. "So how was your day?"

"It was fine," I said. "Pretty underwhelming,"

"Thank you for the in-depth answer," Cayden teased as she screwed open the bottle of red wine.

I laughed, my face going hot. "Sorry, I just—"

"You don't have to apologize." She walked back out to join me on the couch and I was very aware of how she was sitting just a little bit closer to me than she had been before. We were almost touching and all I could think about were her hands on me.

I took a sip of the freshly poured glass of red wine that she handed me. "My roommates saw the hickey."

Cayden laughed. "Oh, fuck. I'm so sorry. What did you tell them?"

"Like, obviously they know I hooked up with someone but I wasn't specific about it. Kept it all really vague," I said, unsure of why I felt the need to lie to Cayden about Griffin. Maybe she'd find it funny that I was using him as a temporary fake boyfriend so we wouldn't upset Sebastian and my friends wouldn't find out about me being into girls yet. If anything, she should appreciate that I'm lying to people who are so close to me. But I also didn't actually know Cayden that well. I trusted her in some weird way, but there wasn't enough there yet to know for sure how she'd react. Maybe she'd find the drama stupid and pointless, or she'd be mad that I didn't tell my roommates the truth. I found that hard to believe, though, considering the circumstances. Although she might feel weird that part of the reason is that I haven't come out to my closest friends yet.

"That's so funny," Cayden said. "Or not really, I guess. It sucks for you and I really am sorry about it. But..."

"Still kind of funny," I admitted and Cayden laughed.

"Can I see?" Cayden asked and I turned my head slightly so she'd be able to see it. Cayden gently ran her fingers over the side of my neck, her thumb lightly tracing the outline. My neck wasn't sore at all but, even so, her touch sent a shiver down my spine.

I watched her analyze my neck intently, "It's pretty bad," I said.

"Yeah," she said, her raspy voice low. She moved her hand and refocused her attention on her wine glass and finding a movie, but I wasn't able to let go of how her skin felt on mine that easily. I wanted the touch to linger, wanted her to touch me more. I wanted her so much closer.

After some back-and-forth on if a certain movie might actually be too bad to watch for fun, we agreed on one and settled in. I turned so I was leaning against the arm of the couch, my feet brought up to the rest on the couch. Cayden sat with her arm coolly over the back of the couch, her legs spread slightly in a way that was so casually hot it took my breath away.

Cayden was a patient movie watcher, her attention fully on it and only breaking to occasionally make a comment about the story or a stupid line of dialogue. Something about it was really cute, even if it were a shitty movie, she would still be attentive to every detail.

Cayden and I kept a respectful distance from each other, both of us assuming what the other person wanted. But as we settled into the couch more, it felt harder to stay away from her. And, as if feeling the same way I was, Cayden seemed to shift just slightly so her arm rested on my legs. It was surprisingly comfortable and natural, but it also took my attention away completely from the movie.

Either to see how I was feeling or just because she was able to sense a change in the air, Cayden ran her hand gently over my leg. I took the initiative of sitting closer, draping my legs over her lap. Neither of us said a word but it felt like we were talking, both of us saying I want you I want you I want you.

She kept running her hands over my legs so gently it felt like a whisper, she kept her hands in neutral areas, mostly my lower thigh and upper calf, not daring to move any further up on me. The modesty of it all was cute, especially since I could tell she was capable of doing more.

Despite her touch being pretty mild, it still made me grow hot. I felt the heat everywhere in my body and admired how safe I felt when her hands were on me. Her fingers were gentle but so strong and I could already feel myself getting wet just from the thought of her going inside of me.

I readjusted my legs as if to say go further and Cayden immediately understood. She brought her hands higher up on my thighs, teasing me by refusing to go all the way just yet. Both of us were looking at the TV but my mind was anywhere but there, instead, I was thinking about how it'd feel to be under Cayden again.

Cayden's fingers inched up higher, brushing the inseam of my grey leggings and squeezing my thigh from between my legs. My breathing became faster and heavier and more desperate as I got progressively more turned on. I thought about how wet I already was and how wet she'd made me the last time we had sex. I thought about both of us moaning together, sometimes in unison, as she'd thrusted into me. I loved how much we turned each other on.

Continuing to tease me, she ran her fingers over the front of my leggings, then to my hips. She moved her fingers up into my shirt and the feeling of her finally reaching my skin made me inaudibly gasp. She danced around the hem of my leggings, moving her hand over my stomach as her other hand rested firmly on my leg. All I wanted to do was throw my clothes off and Cayden could tell she was getting me there. As she moved up my stomach, barely skimming my breasts, goosebumps formed all over my skin and made me let out an uncontrollable moan.

"Oh, did you want me to fuck you?" Cayden teased.