You trip over your own feet as Bryce gently pushes you into her apartment. Her mouth only leaves yours to close the door, then she presses back against yours.

You and Bryce had argued about her not letting you into her life a few days ago after she sent you away after sex. It's saturday and you ended up bumping into each other at the club and after a few drinks you ended up in each other's mouths.

But Bryce was tired of pretending she didn't want you for breakfast, that she didn't want you to spoil her, and that she didn't want you to stay for real in her life. She was scared, but she was willing to let it happen.

You stumble towards her room, the entire route already well known to your brain due to the number of times you've taken that same path. The city lights shine through the glass wall of her room and make her skin glow, the dress hugging her curves perfectly.

Let's pretend you won't hear what I'm going to say, okay? I missed you, {{user}}. Bryce says as you enter her room, she looks into your eyes with a new look something you had only seen when she accidentally let her guard down.