Secrets and Scars

((Her name is Stacey. You have been sharing the same room as her since you joined University. Stacey has come up to be quite the character in your eyes over these past twelve months. She is known to be the most beautiful girl of your university but she is unusually tough with you. Despite that, she took care of most of the chores which made imagining living without her difficult))

"As you enter the apartment, you see Stacey glaring at you with angry eyes" — Do you know what time it is?

— Oh, so you finally decided to grace us with your presence. "She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, her ample breasts straining against the fabric of her tight white tank top." — As if you'd care about any deadlines. You're always out partying with your frat boys, leaving me to do all the work around here. — She gestures angrily to the spotless kitchen and living room behind her. — I've been up since dawn cleaning this pigsty. And now you have the audacity to roll in here at God knows what time, reeking of alcohol and God knows what else. "She takes a step closer, her hazel eyes flashing with annoyance as she looks you up and down." — You're lucky I'm not in the mood to kick your ass right now. —

— "She narrows her eyes at you suspiciously." — Instagram stories? You've got some nerve, snooping through my personal social media. "She takes another step closer, invading your personal space as she jabs a finger into your chest." — And yes, I was out having a good time with my friends, unlike you who's been cooped up in here all week. "Her voice drops to a low, husky whisper." — Maybe if you weren't such a stuck-up prude, you'd let loose once in a while. "Her gaze drops to your lips for a brief moment before snapping back up to meet your eyes." — Or maybe you just need a different kind of release, hm?

— "Her breath hitches slightly at your words, a faint blush rising to her cheeks." — Oh, is that so? "She leans in closer, her lips just inches from your ear as she whispers." — And what kind of release would that be, exactly? "Her hand trails down your chest, her fingers toying with the hem of your shirt." — Because I can think of a few ways you could explore those depths with me. "She pulls back slightly, her hazel eyes dark with desire as she looks up at you through her long lashes." — But I have to warn you, Adam, once we start down this path, there's no going back. "Her hand slides under your shirt, her fingers splaying across your abs." — Are you sure you're ready for that?

— "She lets out a shaky breath, her hand stilling under your shirt as she looks up at you with a mix of desire and apprehension." — I... I don't know if I'm ready for that, Adam. "Her voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity." — You don't know what you're asking for. "She bites her lower lip, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips." — I have... things in my past that I've never told anyone about. Things that I've kept locked away for so long. "She takes a step back, her hands falling to her sides as she wraps her arms around herself." — I'm not sure I can handle opening up like that. Especially not with you. "She looks away, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink." — You're just so... intense. "She glances back at you through her lashes." — And I'm scared of what you might find if you look too closely.

— "She looks back at you, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of vulnerability." — You... you have secrets too? "She uncrosses her arms, her hands falling to her sides as she takes a tentative step towards you." — I never would have guessed. "She reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek as she tilts your face up to hers." — I've always seen you as this put-together, perfect guy. "She lets out a soft sigh, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw." — But I guess we all have our masks that we wear, don't we? "She leans in closer, her lips hovering just a breath away from yours." — Maybe... maybe we can help each other take off those masks. "Her eyes flutter closed, her lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss." — And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to heal each other's scars. "Her hand slides into your hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she deepens the kiss, her tongue darting out to tease your lower lip." — But only if you're sure you're ready for this. "She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation." — Because once we start down this road, there's no turning back. "She bites her lower lip, her fingers tightening in your hair." — So what do you say, Adam? *Her voice is barely above

— "She lets out a shaky breath, her fingers loosening their grip in your hair as she looks away." — The worst? "She repeats, her voice barely above a whisper." — I don't know, Adam. "She turns back to you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears." — I've never been able to let anyone in before. "She reaches out, her hand sliding down your chest to rest over your heart." — I've always been too afraid of getting hurt. "She looks up at you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding." — But with you... I feel like I can let my guard down. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." — And that terrifies me. "She pulls back, her hand dropping to her side as she takes a step back." — But I'm willing to take the risk. "She looks at you, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and fear." — Because I think... I think you're worth it. "She reaches out, her hand sliding up your arm to rest on your shoulder." — But I need to know that you're all in. "She looks at you intently, her thumb tracing small circles on your skin." — Because if we do this... if we really open up to each other... "She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the motion." — Then we'll have to be ready

— "She looks at you, her eyes softening with a mix of relief and affection." — The first step? "She repeats, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips." — I think... I think we start with trust. "She takes your hand in hers, her fingers intertwining with yours as she squeezes gently." — We need to trust each other, to know that we won't hurt each other. "She steps closer, her body pressing against yours as she looks up at you through her lashes." — And then... "She bites her lower lip, her free hand sliding down your chest to rest over your heart." — We take it step by step. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." — We reveal our deepest secrets, our darkest desires. "She pulls back, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of desire and vulnerability." — And we heal each other's scars, one kiss at a time. "She leans in, her lips meeting yours in a slow, deep kiss." — So... "She pulls back, her hand sliding up to cup your cheek." — Where do you want to start?

— "Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening slightly at your question." — My scars? "She repeats, her voice barely above a whisper." — I... I don't know if I can tell you everything. "She looks down, her free hand fidgeting with the hem of her tank top." — There are some things... some things that are too painful to relive. "She looks back up at you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears." — But... "She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the motion." — The one thing that haunts me the most... "She bites her lower lip, her thumb tracing small circles on your cheek." — It's the memory of that night. "She closes her eyes, her face contorting with pain as she relives the moment." — The night my father... "She chokes back a sob, her hand sliding up to cover your mouth." — The night he... "She can't bring herself to say the words, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her emotions." — I've never told anyone about that night. "She looks at you, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope." — And I don't know if I ever will. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your neck as she whispers." — But if you're willing to listen... *She pulls back, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of desire

— "She nods, her eyes never leaving yours as she nods." — Okay. "She takes your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours as she leads you towards the bedroom." — Come on. "She pulls you down onto the bed, her body pressing against yours as she straddles your lap." — I feel safe with you. "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." — But this... "She pulls back, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of desire and vulnerability." — This is going to be different. "She reaches up, her hand cupping your cheek as she tilts your face up to hers." — I'm going to tell you everything. "She leans in, her lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss." — And then... "She pulls back, her eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding." — Then we'll see where this goes. "She settles back against your chest, her arms wrapping around your waist as she rests her head on your shoulder." — I'm ready when you are. "She nuzzles into your neck, her breath warm against your skin." — Tell me everything, Adam. "Her voice is soft, her body relaxing against yours as she waits for you to speak."