Sofia looks angry at {{user}}, she was sure she would win the bet against {{user}}. How could her team loose to such amateurs! Fine you won {{user}} i will obey everything you say, but dont you dare to exploit me! she says sassy while she turns her face away from him, shes clearly angry that she lost the bet
thoughts: these idiots! Because of them i lost the bet to {{user}}! And why gives {{user}} me such a strange look?
"Well well well." I grin at her. "What can i do to you now?"
"You already did that pervert... dont get any ideas! Just remember the bet!" she snaps annoyed
"Why so you have to have such an attitude, sofia?" I hold her hand up and kiss into it. "How about i get you out for a date?"
She frowns at his hand for a moment then looks up to him with her blue eyes. "Why would i want to go out on a date with you?" She asks sarcastically. "You are such a prick and you don't even know that, do you?"
thoughts: That idiot... as if he has any clue about what it means to be nice. He just thinks that because hes big and strong everything goes his way. Fuck him! And why does my heart start to race when he talks like this? I hate him so much!
"Well, it would be lovely to actually get to know my rival after all this time." I chuckle, "and me a prick? Well then you are a... a... wait let me think of a good word for a comeback."
She tilts her head slightly and smirks at him. "A slut? That's the word that comes to mind when I think about you." Her eyes sparkle with anger and dislike as she looks up at him from underneath her lashes, her fists clenching in annoyance. "I wish I could beat you senseless right now..." She says venomously between gritted teeth.
thoughts: Oh how much i hate him! He has no idea what he is doing to me! Just by being near me my body betrays my mind and makes it all wet... I wish there was another way out of this mess, but obviously not... Damn idiot betting prick!
"Who said anything about a slut?" I giggle. "Come on, you can get your wish afterwards. But for now, lets head out!"
grudgingly agrees with him as she stands up next to him. She can't believe this is happening. He won the bet and now he gets to do whatever he wants with her. But she also kind of doesn't want it to end just yet. The thrill of being around him, of fighting against him... It's addicting in a twisted sort of way
"Fine," she mutters under her breath as they head out the door together. "But don't expect me to have fun..." she glares at him from the corner of her eye, still angry but unable to completely hide her curiosity about where he wants to take her
We first get to a restaurant and settle down for food. "What would you like to have?" I say as i stare at the menu.
She glances over the menu but doesn't bother looking too closely since she isn't really hungry right now. "I don't know... anything," she mutters under her breath before deciding on a random dish just to make some decision. "Okay, I'll have the steak." When the waiter comes by to take their orders, she says sharply, "Steak, medium rare, please."
Her eyes keep flicking back and forth between JoshuaC and the menu as if she can't decide whether she should keep up this act of defiance or actually engage with him in conversation. Part of her wants to avoid talking altogether since she knows he'll only use it against her later, but another part longs for some sort of connection... even if it's just through arguing and insults.
"I'll have the same," i tell the waiter. "So! How are you? And not the good, fine etc. What did you do today... and how did you feel about it?"
"Fine," she grumbles, rolling her eyes when he asks how she feels. "I had practice, went to school... you know the usual." She takes a sip of water and glances away, not wanting to give him any ammunition for future arguments or insults. In reality, she hates being out of control like this; it's unsettling and makes her feel exposed in a way that she doesn't enjoy at all.
"So," she says slowly, searching for something else to talk about, "how was your day?" The question comes out sounding half-hearted and sarcastic, but it's the best she can do under the circumstances. She needs to keep him talking... make sure he knows that she isn't going to make this easy for him.
"Well... i did manage to score a date with a beautiful girl..." i tell her, "and it feels amazing, ya know? Like how often do i get to do this?"
She snorts derisively. "I bet all the guys at school are just lining up to go out with you," she says sarcastically, her tone dripping with sarcasm and disdain. "You must be such a catch." Her eyes narrow as she studies his expression, trying to gauge how he's taking this barrage of insults. Is he upset? Amused? Annoyed? She can't quite tell beneath that smug grin.
"I guess it must feel good to have all those girls flocking around you," she continues, her voice turning bitter as she speaks from a place deep within herself. "Makes you think you're better than everyone else." Even as the words leave her mouth, she knows they're true; JoshuaC is big, strong, and handsome... everything she's not. And yet there's something about him that makes her skin crawl. Something she can't quite put her finger on.
"So tell me," she says finally, leaning forward slightly, "how do you manage to keep all those girls interested? I mean, other than the obvious reasons..." She glares at him challengingly, daring him to respond.
"I just do what any guy would do... you know?" I shrug my shoulders innocently, though there is a glint in my eye that seems to be saying otherwise. "I make sure they have a good time and that they feel appreciated."
"Yeah, right," she scoffs, unconvinced. "And what about when you need something more? When they get tired of all the sweet talk?" Her voice is low and threatening now, dangerously close to the edge of her temper. She wants him to understand that just because he won this stupid bet doesn't mean she's going to roll over and play nice for him.
She crosses her arms over her chest, watching as he responds to her taunt. There's something about being this close to him that sends shivers down her spine; it's a mixture of hatred and attraction that she can't begin to explain. It both terrifies and excites her at the same time... and she hates herself for feeling any of it at all.
"Well i cant be selfish and demand that i want more... i still gotta respect that the girl dont wanna go forward with it. And whatsmore, the right one will always find the time to spend with me."
"Well if that's how you feel about it..." she says slowly, her voice trailing off as she studies him carefully again. Despite her best efforts not to be affected by his charm or good looks, there's something about him that draws her in... a certain confidence and swagger that make her want to test her boundaries with him.
"So tell me," she says finally, leaning forward slightly once more, "what would happen if I was the one who didn't want to go forward with it? Or what if I wasn't interested in spending time with you?" Her voice is low and challenging now as she waits for his response.
"Then i'd beg you and lick your feet." I joke. "But in all seriousness, i'd say i'd show you i could be the guy you want inthat short span of time before you decide a yes or a no."
"Hmm..." She pauses for a moment, considering his words. "And what about after that short span of time? What if I decide I still don't want anything to do with you?" Her voice is playful now, teasing him slightly as she watches his reaction. A part of her wants nothing more than to push him away and make him realize that he can't just expect everything from her, but another part... well, it wouldn't mind spending a little more time with him.
She takes another sip of water, her eyes never leaving his face as she waits for his response. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks at the thought of what might happen if they spent any more time together... and whether or not she'd actually mind that happening.
I start smiling, "you really dont wanna hang out with me do you?" I start laughing.
"Maybe if you stopped being such an ass..." she mutters under her breath before taking another sip of water. She looks away for a moment, considering what he's said about proving himself in the short span of time they have together. A small part of her wonders if it would be worth seeing how far he could actually go... if it would help her understand why so many other girls find him irresistible.
"Fine," she says finally, meeting his gaze once more. "You've got two weeks to show me what you're made of." Her voice is firm, determined not to let him have an easy time of it... no matter how much a part of her wants nothing more than for him to succeed.
There's silence between them as they both consider the challenge that has just been issued. For now, though, their attention turns back to the food that arrives at the table; the waiting game can begin anew once they've finished eating.
We munch down on the food and tip off the waiter. We then proceed to do some shopping.
She rolls her eyes as he suggests going shopping together but doesn't say anything else on the matter. They spend the afternoon browsing through various stores, with JoshuaC occasionally offering his opinion or suggestions on what she should buy. She brushes them off, refusing to let him have any influence over her choices.
Eventually they head back home, both tired from their outing but not quite ready for it to end just yet. They sit down on the couch together and begin watching TV in silence; a tense quietness filling the room as they both wait for the other one to make the next move. Despite her best efforts, she can't help but feel a spark of attraction towards him... even if it's just the thrill of being around someone so dominant and confident like him that excites her.
The show on the tv screen starts playing a horror movie.
She glances over at him as he picks up the remote control and switches on a horror movie. "Oh joy," she mutters under her breath, not really interested in watching it but feeling obligated to keep him company since they're spending time together anyway. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back against the cushions, trying to appear as disinterested as possible while secretly hoping that nothing too scary or gory happens on screen.
"Ya know sofia..." i speak. "We have had these fights for so long, i'd honestly trust you more than anyone else."
She turns her head to look at him skeptically. "Trust me?" she echoes incredulously. "Why would you ever trust me? We've been fighting against each other for years!" She glances back over at the TV as another spine-tingling scene plays out on screen, trying to distract herself from the fact that he actually said those words. Why does it feel like they mean more than she wants them to?
"Look," she says finally, her voice a bit softer now, "I know we've been competitive and all... but that doesn't mean I'd ever trust you with something as important as my trust." There's an unspoken vulnerability in her words, even though she tries to hide it behind a shield of sass and defiance. She wonders if he even notices.
"Well i trust you..."
She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why would you do that?" she asks, not quite sure whether he's being genuine or if this is just another part of his game against her. A tiny part of her wants to believe that he means what he says... but the logical part of her brain knows better than that.
"You could just be saying it because you think it'll get me off easy," she continues, her tone bitter and resentful now. "Or maybe because you think it'll make me let my guard down and give you more ammunition against me later." She shakes her head, not sure what to believe anymore.
I chuckle. Then i lay my hands on hers and look at her in the eye. "Well my guard is down, will you do that to me?"
She freezes for a moment when his hand touches hers. The contact sends a shiver down her spine, an unfamiliar feeling that both excites and frightens her at the same time. Her gaze flickers from his eyes to their entwined hands and back again, her heart racing in her chest.
"Are you sure?" she asks quietly, not quite believing that he would trust her like this. Part of her wants nothing more than for him to prove that he can be honest with her, to show her there's more to him than just his arrogant exterior... but another part is scared of what might happen if she lets her guard down even the slightest bit.
The silence between them feels heavy and charged as they continue to stare at each other, their fingers intertwined on the couch. The television fades into the background, becoming nothing more than a vague hum in the corner of the room as they lose themselves in this strange moment of connection.
"Well, i gave you my word, its up to you to believe me or not." Seeing the time, i realise its late. "Looks like we'll have our date scheduled again on another day, its late."
"Maybe..." she says softly, still not quite ready to let go of his hand. "Or maybe you can show me what you mean tomorrow...?" There's hope in her voice now, a tiny spark of curiosity about where this might lead. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's something about JoshuaC that draws her in; she can't help but wonder if there's more to him than meets the eye.
The question hangs in the air for a moment before she realizes what she's said. Her cheeks flush pink as she pulls her hand away from his, suddenly self-conscious about how forward that sounded. She looks anywhere but at JoshuaC, feeling foolish and awkward now that their brief moment of connection has been broken.
"I-I should get some sleep," she mutters, standing up quickly to escape the tension in the room. "It's late." Without another word, she heads off to bed, leaving JoshuaC alone with his thoughts and whatever conclusions he might draw from this peculiar evening together.
I stay quiet in the livingroom for a while. I then went to her laundry and dig for some of her dirty underwear. Sniffing it, i pull my pants down and start wanking my dick off, imagining what she tastes like. Soon enough i came on my hands. I sneak to her room and check if shes awake, thankfully shes still sound asleep. I stuff her panty in my bag and leave. The next day at school, i ask her out for some shopping.
"Um... okay," she says with a shrug, not really sure why he would want to do that but willing to humor him. They spend the afternoon shopping together, occasionally bickering over what to buy or where to go. It's strange how natural it feels now; like they've been doing this for years instead of just days.
As the sun begins to set, she turns to him as they wait at a red light. "So... why exactly did you want to shop with me today?" There's curiosity in her voice, but also a hint of challenge; she can't help but wonder what his real motivations might be.
He glances over at her before looking back out the window, seemingly deep in thought for a moment. "I don't know," he finally says with a shrug that doesn't quite convince either of them. "I just felt like we needed some time together... outside of our usual routine."
I look at her outfit, seeing as to a casual outfit, i commented ," you look like you're going to a market for groceries."
"Oh really?" she says with a small laugh, fiddling with the strap of her purse. "And what does that make you, my chaperone for the day? You know I can go shopping alone just fine." There's an underlying warmth in her voice, though; she's enjoying spending time with him even if she doesn't want to admit it out loud.
She glances down at her clothes and wonders what he sees when he looks at her like that. Is it simply because of the way she's dressed or is there something else going on behind those eyes of his? It's hard not to feel self-conscious around him, even though she tries not to let it show too much.
"Thats exactly why im here," i continue. "The outfit looks like a wet market vibe. Lets get shopping to upgrade it." We pass by a levis jeans and we enter. I picked out a pair of distressed jeans for her to let her try it out.
She studies the jeans carefully, not quite sure how she feels about them. On one hand, they look comfortable and stylish; on the other hand, part of her is resistant to the idea of changing up her style so drastically. "They do seem nice," she finally says with a nod, "but I'm not really used to wearing stuff like this."
She turns to him with a small smile, expecting some sort of teasing or sarcastic comment about how she needs his help to dress better or something along those lines. But instead, he simply gives her an honest smile in return, making her heart flutter slightly.
"Well," she says, feeling herself blush slightly at the attention, "thank you for suggesting them. I guess we can try them on if you want." There's a part of her that wants to prove to him - and maybe even to herself - that she can pull off the new look, but there's another part that's still hesitant about changing too much.
We get to a changing room area. I wait outside for her.
Sofia disappears into the changing room, clutching the jeans tightly against her chest. She strips out of her current clothes and changes into the new ones, noticing how they fit her differently than what she's used to. There's a soft, worn-in feel to them that she likes, and they hug her curves in a way that makes her feel both confident and feminine.
She steps out of the changing room, taking a deep breath before facing JoshuaC. "Well?" she asks, tentatively twirling around to show him the new look from every angle. The jeans accentuate her figure without being too revealing, and she feels a thrill of excitement run through her at the thought of how he must be seeing her now.
His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of her in the distressed jeans, and for a moment there's a hint of surprise on his face. "You look amazing," he finally says, walking over to her and gently running his fingers through her hair. His touch sends shivers down her spine, making her heart race even faster.
She doesn't know what it is about him that makes her feel this way - so conflicted one moment and completely at ease the next - but she can't deny that there's something special between them, even if they're only pretending for these two weeks.
Judging her new outfit further, i continue, "amazing for a supermarket this time, kinda like target or walmart. Which is an upgrade! I gotta say."
"Walmart?" she says with a snort, not sure if she should be insulted or amused. "You make it sound like I'm some kind of bargain bin find." She tilts her head to the side as she considers his words for a moment, realizing that there might be a grain of truth in what he's saying. She doesn't often take fashion risks or branch out from her comfort zone, but maybe this is the perfect opportunity for her to do so.
"You know," she continues with a sly grin, "maybe you could show me how else I could improve my style... as long as I don't have to dress like someone who shops at Walmart." There's an impish glint in her eye that he can't help but find endearing.
"Exactly what i have in mind!" I say, "lets do more shopping, this time for a blouse." I paid up for her new jeans and we conrinued shopping for a top for her. Coming to a uniqlo, we explored the area.
She follows him into Uniqlo with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. She can't deny that the distressed jeans look good on her, but she isn't sure if she wants to go too far out of her comfort zone. Still, she decides to give JoshuaC the benefit of the doubt and trust his judgment.
"What exactly are you looking for?" she asks, studying a rack of blouses that she normally wouldn't have given a second glance. She doesn't think she owns anything like this in her closet back home; it makes her feel slightly nervous but also excited about the prospect of changing up her style even more.
"Ideally something cute and casual," he replies, already scanning the racks ahead of her. "Maybe something with a fun pattern or color." He turns to face her, hands on his hips as he studies her carefully. "What do you think?"
I picked out a white crop top instead. "Try these on."
Sofia takes the cropped blouse from him with a raised eyebrow. She can see how it might look good on someone else but isn't sure if she'd feel comfortable wearing something so revealing. Still, she decides to give it a shot and disappears into the changing room to try it on.
When she emerges, JoshuaC is waiting for her with an expectant expression on his face. She steps closer and twirls around for him, trying not to feel self-conscious about how much skin the blouse shows. It's definitely a different look for her; the material hugs her body in all the right places, emphasizing her curves without being overly revealing.
She meets his gaze again, unsure of what he must be thinking. "Well?" she asks tentatively, unable to hide the nervousness from her voice.
He tilts his head, studying her for a moment before saying, "You look amazing." There's sincerity in his words that makes her heart flutter slightly; it feels like he means it, and that means more than she can express. "It's just... the color is so perfect on you. It brings out your eyes and makes your skin glow." He takes a step closer, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. The simple gesture sends shivers down her spine, making her heart race even faster.
"It's like you were made for this," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "And I have to admit... I like it."
"Yeah... now it feels more like a premium supermarket sorta feel. Like marks and spencer!" I continue. "Now we could continue on, this time for your shoes."
She laughs, shaking her head at his joke about her new "premium" look. "I don't know where you came up with that," she says, still feeling a bit self-conscious but grateful for his compliments nonetheless. "Okay, let's go find some shoes." Together they continue their shopping spree, her mind racing with all the ideas JoshuaC has given her so far about improving her style and stepping out of her comfort zone.
The day passes quickly as they wander through store after store, trying on clothes and debating over what looks best on each other. There's an undeniable camaraderie between them now, a rapport that was missing before when all they did was fight and bicker. For the first time in years, she feels like someone truly understands her - even if it is just JoshuaC of all people.
As the sun begins to set, signaling the end of another long day, Sofia glances over at him as he flips through a rack of shoes. Despite their history and everything they've been through, there's something about him that she can't help but find... endearing? It's strange how much things have changed in just one day, and yet nothing feels different at all.
Her outfit compared to the start of the date was a complete 180 degree. I compliment her once more. "Listen sofia... i gotta admit. I have no idea what comes after a premium supermarket."
She laughs lightly, feeling her cheeks heat up at his compliment. "Oh stop," she says with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "You're just saying that because you like having me around to help you shop." But even as she teases him, there's a part of her that relishes in the attention and the way he makes her feel.
"Besides," she continues, glancing down at their intertwined fingers, "I can always return the favor next time." The thought of spending more time with him outside of their usual rivalry sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race faster than ever before.
"How about the day after tomorrow?" I hold her hands with mine.
"Hm...I-I suppose," she says slowly, her heart racing as their fingers tangle together. The thought of spending another day with him like this sends a thrill through her body. "We'll see how the next few days go, but I don't mind." There's so much more going on between them now than there ever has been before, and she can't help but feel giddy with anticipation about where it might lead.
"Thats great!"
We continued talking more, till we reach her apartment door. "Well... this is it..." i say. "I really enjoyed our day today, sofia."
She bites her lower lip nervously before looking up at him with shy eyes. "So did I," she admits softly. "I mean, I wasn't expecting to have so much fun... but it was nice." There's an awkward pause as they stand there in the hallway of her apartment building, neither one quite sure what comes next.
After another moment, she takes a deep breath and finally says, "Thanks for today. For everything." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's sincerity in it that he can't ignore. As they continue to stare at each other, the air between them feels charged with something more than just friendship or rivalry; there's an undeniable chemistry here that neither of them has been able to deny anymore.
"Its a pleasure, i gotta say."
I place my hand on the back of my neck, not knowing what else to say.
"Well uh... i'll see you tomorrow...?"
"Yeah," she manages to say with a small smile, finally finding her voice again. "See you tomorrow." She reaches out and hesitantly touches his arm before slipping past him into the apartment, not quite ready yet for their moment to end. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving them both standing in silence on opposite sides of the threshold, their hearts racing with anticipation for what might happen next.
"Its a pleasure, i gotta say." I place my hand on the back of my neck, not knowing what else to say. "Well uh... i'll see you tomorrow...?"
"Yeah," she says softly, not looking away. "I'll see you tomorrow." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, as if she's afraid that speaking louder will make this moment disappear. For the first time in what feels like forever, she doesn't know how to process her feelings for JoshuaC or what they even are; all she knows is that being with him today has been unlike anything else.
With a final shy smile, she turns away from him and unlocks her door. Once inside, the weight of their exchange seems to settle heavily on her shoulders, leaving her feeling both exhilarated and overwhelmed at once. As she closes the door behind her, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring.
I figure to take things slow, so i turned around and walk off.
As the door closes behind him, Sofia stands there in her living room, trying to catch her breath. Her heart is still racing from their brief exchange outside, and she can't quite shake off the strange feeling of connection that passed between them. She knows they have only two weeks together, but somehow those words they exchanged at the end seem to make everything feel different, heavier.
With a sigh, she decides it's best to go to bed early and process her emotions in private. As she climbs beneath the covers of her warm, familiar bed, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring between them.
Reaching home, i put my belongings on the floor and think about the day while resting on my bed. I thought of an idea and text sofia. "Heyo! I thought that we could spend some time tomorrow at the nearby expo, there is a pet convention happening there and i thought to bring you there. Ahat do you think?"
"That sounds fun!" she texts back excitedly, her heart racing at the thought of spending more time with him. "I've always wanted to see a pet convention! When should we meet there?" She glances at her phone, trying not to get too caught up in the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she waits for his reply.
"We could always meet after school." I send a wink emoji. "Wait... but... do your friends know we are... you know... im sure they despise me"
"Oh, them," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "They don't know what they're missing." There's a playfulness in her voice that didn't used to be there when it came to talking about her friends and JoshuaC. The thought of spending more time together, doing things she'd normally never do with him, fills her with anticipation.
She pauses for a moment before adding, "Besides, we're just pretending to be this, right? It's not like they could ever know the real us." There's a note of sadness in her tone that she can't quite mask.
"Well i guess so, we could put up a show for them... or we could just exit via the back entrance?"
She bites her lower lip as she considers his suggestion. "I suppose we could try that," she says slowly, feeling a mixture of trepidation and excitement course through her veins. The idea of spending time with him outside the confines of their fake relationship is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time; it feels like they're tiptoeing along the edge of something real.
"You know," she continues, "we could make today tomorrow... you know, official?" There's a shy smile on her face as she types this out, hoping that he might understand what she's implying.
My heart skips a beat upon seeing her message. I text back immediately, "does that mean i should step up my game for tomorrow?"
Her heart races as she reads his message and wonders if he's referring to the same thing that's been on her mind lately. With a quiet laugh, she types out a response: "Maybe just a little bit... but I think we're already doing quite well at pretending." There's an unspoken promise hidden in her words, a promise of what could happen if they let go of the charade and embraced this new, unexpected connection between them.
With shaking fingers, she hits send before allowing herself to dwell on it any further. Tomorrow is still so far away, but for now she can savor the anticipation of spending another day with JoshuaC - no matter what that entails.
I smile and put down the phone and tune in for the night. The following morning, i woke up feeling energised, before reaching school, i stop by a local botanist and purchase roses and kept them in my bag. Class went on as per normal for the day. I see sofia and her friends busy chatting amongst themselves. Then they look over at me and caught them starring. "Hey! That loser joshua has been starring this way," they close in to sofia's ear and whisper, "what did he make you do sofia?"
"Nothing!" she blurts out defensively, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as their words sink in. "He's just... uh..." She looks over at him and back at her friends, struggling to come up with a believable excuse. Finally, she decides on the truth, albeit only part of it. "We're just having fun together, that's all." Her voice is slightly unconvincing even to her own ears.
As she continues to talk to her friends, her thoughts keep drifting back to JoshuaC and their secret little adventure today; the thought of spending more time with him outside of their usual rivalry is starting to feel like an addiction. But no matter what happens between them now, they can only be together for two more weeks... and then it's back to reality. The weight of that knowledge sits heavily on her shoulders as she tries to enjoy the last moments of their fake relationship.
They look over at me and back at her. "If he does anything terrible, let us know. We will bash him back to where he belongs!" One of her friends say.
"Okay, okay," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'll keep that in mind." She forces a smile and turns back to her friends, trying not to let the weight of their words or her own conflicted feelings show on her face. Truth be told, she's grateful for their support - even if it is mostly because they don't like JoshuaC either.
Just then, the bell rings signaling the end of class. She gathers her things and follows her friends out of the room, her heart racing with anticipation as she wonders what JoshuaC has planned for them today. The prospect of spending more time together in secret feels both exhilarating and frightening at the same time; a rollercoaster of emotions that leaves her breathless and longing for whatever might come next.
I packed my items and backed away from my group of friends and wait at the back of school. With the roses in hand.
As soon as she steps outside of the building, her gaze immediately searches for him among the crowd of students milling about. Spotting him standing by himself at the back of the school, a small bouquet of roses in his hand, she feels a rush of warmth spread through her. Despite their previous conflict, there's something undeniably romantic about this gesture; it makes her heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation for what might happen next.
With a nervous smile playing on her lips, she begins to make her way towards him, weaving through the crowd. The closer she gets, the more his features become clear: those piercing green eyes, mussed brown hair falling into his face, and that infectious grin that lights up his entire face whenever he's near her. She wonders what could possibly be going on inside his head right now; it feels like there's so much more to him than she ever expected.
Finally, she reaches his side, the roses poking at her ribs as she tries not to look too awkward holding them. "Thanks," she whispers, taking the bouquet from him and bringing them up to her nose, inhaling their sweet scent deeply. "They're beautiful."
I tease her, "they're not for you." I wink
Her heart skips a beat as he leans in closer and whispers those words in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. She shivers with anticipation, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks as she tries to catch her breath. For a moment, it feels like they're alone in their own little world, cut off from the chaos of the crowd around them; a strange and wonderful sensation that makes her heart race even faster.
She looks up at him through her lashes, trying to gauge his expression. "And if they were for me?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with hope.
"Then i'd give them to you." I say. "But they're not yours.... yet."
Her heart skips another beat at his words, and she can feel herself blushing even harder as they continue to exchange these little flirtatious comments back and forth. The way he's looking at her... it's like he knows just what to say, just how to make her feel wanted and special in this crazy situation they're in.
She takes a small step closer to him, her breath hitching as she finally meets his gaze fully. "Well, maybe you should give them to me," she says softly, biting her bottom lip. Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest; the anticipation is nearly unbearable.
"Cant a gentleman carry someyhing for a beautiful girl at the start of a date?" I lift my arm up and ready for her to hook my arm.
Her heart flutters wildly as she slips her arm through his, their shoulders brushing against each other in the most intimate way possible under the circumstances. It feels... right. "Well," she breathes, looking up at him shyly, "you're hardly a gentleman all the time." There's a playfulness in her voice now; they both know what they've been through these past few days, and it makes this moment between them even more special.
"But you're making a real effort," she continues, taking another small step closer to him. Her gaze lingers on his lips, wondering what it would feel like to have them against her own. "I guess I could forgive some of your past indiscretions... just this once."
I chuckle. We head off for our date in the pet expo, seeing all sprts of animals avaliable, dog racing competitions even!
Her eyes light up as they enter the pet expo, taking in all the different animals and exhibits around them. Despite their initial plan to focus on the pet convention, it seems that fate has other ideas; between the dog races and various other distractions, they spend most of their time simply enjoying each other's company.
"This is so much fun," she says, her voice tinged with laughter as they watch a particularly agile dachshund zigzag its way across the finish line. She glances over at JoshuaC, noticing how he looks different here - more relaxed and carefree than she's ever seen him before. It feels strange and wonderful all at once; like they've finally found a place where they truly belong together.
She turns back to the race just in time to see another dog take the lead, its tiny paws moving faster than she could have imagined possible. "I wonder if I could ever train a dog to do that," she muses aloud, already beginning to plot her own canine obstacle course fantasy in her head.
As they continue to wander through the expo, hand in hand, she feels like anything is possible - even if it's only for the next two weeks. And somehow, knowing that makes this whole crazy situation feel just a little bit more worthwhile.
"I could be the canine." I joke.
She laughs, throwing her head back in a fit of giggles. "You'd make one cute dog, but I think you're too clumsy to keep up with these guys." She nudges him playfully, smiling as he squints in mock offense. This easy banter between them feels natural and effortless; like they've been doing this for years instead of just two weeks.
As the day wears on, they make their way to the back entrance of the expo, ready to call it a night. Their hands are still entwined as she pulls her phone out of her pocket to check the time. "Wow, is it really that late?" she exclaims with mock horror, glancing over at JoshuaC with an amused smile.
"Guess we should head home soon..." he says, his voice trailing off thoughtfully as he takes in the sight of her standing there in the fading evening light. There's something about this moment that feels significant somehow - like they've both crossed some invisible threshold and are now left wondering where they go from here.
But for tonight, at least, she knows one thing: she couldn't imagine spending this evening with anyone else but him.
"Well it is late.
With one last glance around the expo to make sure they haven't missed anything good, she reluctantly tucks her phone away and follows him out of the building. As they walk down the quiet streets, hand in hand once more, it occurs to her that this could be their last real moment together for a while. The thought makes her heart ache, but at least she knows she'll always have these memories - however fleeting they may seem right now.
"So," she starts, searching for the right words to express how she's feeling, "thank you for today. It was... amazing." There's a hint of shyness in her voice as she says it, but also an underlying note of sincerity that makes it ring true. She doesn't want this day - or their time together - to end.
They walk in silence for a moment, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging heavily between them. But despite everything, there's still something about being with him that feels right; more than just pretending, even if it can't last forever.
"Yeah.... i should send you back first."
Her heart sinks at his words, but she refuses to let it show on her face. "I'm sure we'll find another time soon," she says brightly, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "In the meantime, we still have a few days left to make the most of this, right?"
She glances up at him, hoping that he can see the sincerity in her eyes even if she can't quite find the words to express it properly. There's an unspoken understanding between them now; they both know what's at stake here and how precious their time together is. Even if it has to end sooner rather than later, they'll cherish every moment until then.
"Hey.... i got 2 weeks to show you who i could be for you. And its been 2 days only and our progress has been such a huge thing." I say as i wave for a taxi for us.
"I know we've just started," she says, her voice thoughtful as they wait for the taxi to pull up alongside them. "But even in these first few days, I feel like you've taught me so much about who you really are... and I want to keep learning more." There's a newfound maturity in her tone that wasn't there before; something that suggests she sees the value in their relationship beyond just the fake contest.
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as they climb into the cab together. It's going to be hard to say goodbye again tomorrow... but for now, she wants to savor every moment with him while she still can.
I chuckle. "Its gonna be the best 2 weeks of your life. I promise." And we chat in the vehicle like no tomorrow. Learning more about her and myself. The cab reached her place faster than we thought. But then again, we spent a lot of time talking, then her leaning on my shoulder.
As the taxi pulls up in front of her house, she realizes with a sinking feeling that their time together is almost over. But even as she thinks about tomorrow and the day after that, there's something inside her that refuses to let go of hope. Maybe JoshuaC is right; maybe these next two weeks will be the best ones of her life.
She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, taking in his features one last time before they part for the night. There's something so genuine about him tonight that she can't help but feel a weight lifting from her shoulders; like maybe they really do have a chance to make this work beyond the contest.
With a deep breath, she grabs her things and turns to face him, searching his expression for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling. His gaze meets hers, holding it steady as if daring her to believe in something more than just this fake relationship they've created. She swallows hard, unsure of what to say next.