Prompt: going the extra mile
Word Count: 500


"I told him I love him." I don't know why I blush. It's not like I'm embarrassed about it, but I can feel the heat pulsing in my cheeks all the same.

Victoria is lying on my bed, looking at the ceiling. "And he said it back, I'm guessing?" She flinches when I chuck my pen at her.

"Yeah, he did." Part of me wants to give her a blow-by-blow, tell her every single detail of our sandy declarations, but the other part of me wants to keep it to myself. That part wins. I'll save the details for my journal—I want to remember the first "I love you" I believed in.

"And then..?" Vic lifts her head off my pillow and wiggles her eyebrows at me like a creeper. I wish I hadn't thrown my pen at her before, because I'd like to chuck it at her again now.

"And then, nothing. We went for another swim and then we went back to his place and watched movies with his mum."

"Seriously?" She sits up. "I didn't see you all weekend. I assumed you two were fu–"

"Vic!"

"What?"

"No. We haven't. I–I was doing my Chemistry task all weekend."

Victoria looks at me for a long moment and then starts cracking up. She laughs at me.

So I throw my English book at her.

She blocks it with her elbow. "What the hell?" She rubs her forearm, wincing.

"Don't laugh at me."

"Are you– are you pouting, Bella?"

I cover my mouth with my hand. "No." I might have been.

Victoria finds that hilarious, too. "Oh, I see what's going on. Did he… He did. He turned you down, didn't he?"

I keep my hand over my mouth so I don't know if she can understand me when I tell her I don't know what she's talking about.

But she's right. I told him I was ready and he smiled and kissed me and then told me that he was, too, but that didn't mean we had to do it right away.

I was hurt. I mean, what teenaged boy turns down sex, seriously?

My boyfriend, that's who. He says stupid, sweet things like, "I want to let this sink in first," and "I don't want you to think that I just said it because I want to sleep with you, you know?"

I really didn't know. But now, a few days later, maybe I'm kind of glad he pressed pause. Maybe.

Because now that we know we're both ready… oh, my God. The anticipation. It's seriously all I can think about. Well, not really, I wrote half an essay for English so clearly my brain works fine when I need it to.

But as soon as I have a moment of quiet? Yeah.

And while I'm telling Vic the truth when I tell her we didn't have sex on Friday night, I'm also leaving some things out, because we did learn the meaning of the word compromise.


Thanks for reading, lovelies! You all make me smile so big. Shell x