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I woke up, only to have my head racing with thoughts.
Did we really? I mean...what? Wow.
I rolled over and Scott was looking at me, smiling.
"What?" I say smiling back. He shrugs and kisses me.
"Wanna go for breakfast?"
"Sure. Let me go get ready." I say, sitting up and putting the sheet around me. I walk to the bathroom and get ready to change.
"Forget something?" Scott said, coming to the bathroom door. I opened the door feeling a bit flustered.
"Thanks." I say grabbing the bag of clothes from him.
I can't believe that happened...
"Where do you want to go?" Scott said as I walked into the bedroom again. He finished pulling his shirt over his head.
"You can keep the shirt off..." I say, grinning. He smiles and follows me into the kitchen.
"Do you want to borrow my shirt?" He said, pointing out that I was wearing another one of his shirts.
"I sorta need to. You kinda ruined my dress..." I say laughing.
"Well you look good in it. Let's pack up and go. We'll eat and head home." He said, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"Okay." I say. We finish cleaning up and load our things into the limo. His driver brings us to a coffee shop for some muffins and coffee. We then head back home, where I know that everyone will be anxious to hear about our night.
"You haven't said much since lastnight." Scott said worried.
"I'm just...uhmmm..."
"Are you regretting it because you thought you were ready and now you're not?"
"No."
"Did I make you uncomfortable?"
"No."
"Is it-"
"Scott, calm down. Its nothing you did." I say, laughing.
"Is everything okay then?"
"Don't get me wrong...it was the best night ever. But it was just...you're my first and...it feels a little inappropriate to talk about it."
"I can understand that. It shouldn't be awkward to talk about or even mention. I was able to express my love for you in a way that words can't. We should be comfortable talking about it because if we aren't, then maybe we shouldn't have done it in the first place. You know they say that if you can't walk about it comfortably, then you shouldn't do it."
"I know. I'm just afraid of what they'll all think of me."
"They can't judge you because they've all done the same thing that we did."
"I guess so...I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Is it all better now?"
"Yeah, it's great." I say, feeling a bit better.
"I won't tell anyone. I'll wait until you're ready to. Okay?"
"I don't want you lying for me, or us."
"We wouldn't be lying...just with holding the truth from everyone." He says, laughing. I laugh, too.
"When we get home, we'll tell them if they ask. And if they don't, let's just not bring it up. Not yet." I explain, knowing he'll agree.
"Okay. Fair enough." Scott said, noding his head.
"Thank you. For the great night. It really was such an amazing night. It was great to get away." I say, smiling. I wanted to make sure he know that I really was thankful for the thought he put into the night.
"I did it for you, and us." He said. We talked the rest of the way home, but I couldn't get the thought out of my head that he was trying to get me to forget something. And that 'something' was definitely what I needed to find out.