Chapter 8: Crossing the Line
The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, and I could feel it building between us. Each touch, each brush of our skin sent a spark through my body.
This wasn’t just physical anymore — this was something deeper. I wanted her. And it was clear she felt the same way.
She stood there, her hand resting on the bedpost, watching me with an unreadable expression. She was so close, and yet we hadn’t crossed that final line yet.
But it was clear we were both inching closer to it.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, eyes still locked with mine, her lips slightly parted.
Then, in one swift movement, she began pulling her hoodie over her head, revealing her bare skin. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched, transfixed, as she dropped the hoodie to the floor.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she stood there in just her leggings, her body soft yet toned in all the right places. Her breasts, small but perfectly shaped, rested naturally against her chest, her skin a pale contrast to the dark fabric of her leggings. My gaze lingered, taking in every detail, and I felt an almost primal need to touch her.
She caught my eyes staring, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty in her expression, but it was quickly replaced with that same quiet, shy confidence she always carried.
“I’m not—" She hesitated, but before she could finish her sentence, I stepped closer, my fingers grazing the side of her arm.
“I’m not going to rush you,” I said softly, my thumb tracing the smooth skin of her shoulder. "But damn, you look amazing."
She blushed but didn’t step away. Instead, she let me pull her in closer, her body responding to the warmth of mine. I leaned in, my lips brushing over hers, slowly, like we were both savoring every moment, every inch of contact.
But then, just as things began to get more heated, she broke away, looking slightly panicked.
“Wait!” she said, eyes wide. “Do you have a condom?”
I blinked, frozen for a second. “Uh… No.” I mentally cursed myself for not thinking ahead.
She bit her lip, looking down, almost shy now. “Well, we can’t… We need to be safe.”
"Right." I ran a hand through my hair, trying to hide the embarrassment creeping up my neck. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
She gave me a small smile, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Don’t take too long,” she teased softly.
I grinned, a little nervous but mostly excited. "Trust me, I’ll be quick."
I grabbed my shirt off the chair, quickly tossing it on as I bolted out of the door.
I made my way down the hallway, still laughing at the absurdity of it all. Here I was, on a late-night condom run, all because I hadn’t been prepared.
At least I wasn’t alone in this — we were both figuring this out as we went along.
When I reached the 7-11 at the corner, I grabbed the nearest box of condoms. The store clerk didn’t bat an eye, probably used to late-night shoppers like me. I quickly paid, tucking the box under my arm as I made my way back to the condo.
The whole walk back, I couldn’t stop grinning. I was about to do this. Finally.
When I got back to the door, I opened it quietly, trying to catch my breath. She was still sitting on the bed, looking just as beautiful as before, now with a hint of curiosity in her gaze.
I held up the bag triumphantly. “Mission accomplished.”
She laughed softly, clearly amused. “You actually did it,” she said, sitting up a little straighter.
“Of course,” I said, tossing the bag onto the table. “I’m a man of my word.”
Without waiting for another second, I moved back towards her. She didn’t hesitate this time, meeting me halfway as I kissed her, more urgently now, our bodies pressing together in that moment we’d both been waiting for.
I pulled away briefly, just enough to catch my breath.
“Are you sure?” I asked again, needing to hear her say it.
She nodded, her breath quickening as she pulled me closer. “I’m sure,” she whispered.
And then, finally, I took her in my arms, feeling the soft curve of her body as we kissed again. The night was no longer just about waiting or hesitation; it was about crossing that line. And we were both ready.