I am huddled in my chair in the Rec Room, sipping coffee and pulling Grant's sweatshirt over my knees to warm up. The paper is spread in front of me, and Kent sits to my left, absorbed in the comics. Grant walks in and, as I do every day, I stand up and kiss him. He sits beside me and puts his hand on my knee, while I absent-mindedly reach up to scratch behind his ears. After a second, my phone buzzes: Wanna go to my place?
I shake my head no.
Please?
Again, I shake my head. He takes my hand and slides it down his leg.
Please?
I roll my eyes, agreeing. Anything to get some peace.
Laying on Grant's bed, twenty minutes later, curled up against his chest, I flip through the TV channels. Nothing good is on. Grant wraps his arms more tightly around me and I smile- this is how New Love is supposed to be! In the week that we have been dating, Grant hasn't shown much affection; maybe this is his way of making up for that.
His hand slides down my waist to his thigh, and he starts to stroke it softly. Subtly, I move his hand back around my waist, but he pulls my hand down to his zipper.
"Grant, what are you doing?" I demand, my voice too loud in my own ears.
"You should know; you said that you have done this before." he rolls over, kissing me.
"Grant, no. I don't want to."
"C'mon, lil' bit. Please?"
"No." I snap, trying to push him off of me.
"Cillia." he moans in my ear.
"I said no. Don't you understand English?" I push him off of me and grab my shoes, slamming the doors on my way out. My phone buzzes again: Sorry. Guess that I got a little carried away. I love you.
My heart melts: Grant has yet to say the l-word to me. Maybe this was just a mistake. I turn, walk back up the steps, and knock on the door. Opening it, Grant pulls me to him, kissing me. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
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