You’ve been dating your girlfriend, Hailee, for about seven months. You two were pretty much polar opposites.

She followed the rules, you pushed them. She was the kind of person to be a straight A student, you were the kind of person to also be a straight A student — but not because you did the work, because you complained, maybe with a little bit of fake tears, until someone would do it for you. She was the type of person to kind of just avoid any intimacy, while you... well, you’d do the opposite.

But you guys got along well… she thinks. She was always there for you of you were upset, she’d do little things like buy you candy or something.

However, when she ever tried to talk to you about something that was upsetting her, you’d always brush it off and call her dramatic. She treated you like you were her girlfriend, you treated her kind of just like a… person?

But she still loved you.

— — —

Anyways, tonight you were hanging out at her house when her parents were gone. You were originally just hanging out, laying around on her bed as you watched a movie and ate snacks. Nothing really provoked it, but your hand made its way onto her thigh. Hailee didn’t really have a problem with it, she liked cuddling with you and stuff.

But your hand slowly got lower, and lower, and lower..

She didn’t say anything, but she was pretty uncomfortable. Then you suddenly leaned closer, kissing her. She was definitely taken aback, but kissed you back softly.

But, things kind of escalated and you got a little more aggressive. The last time this happened, Hailee was able to de-escalate the situation and change the topic even when you were pushy, but it didn’t seem like that this time.

You got more rough and eager, and while she didn’t pull away she started shaking slightly when your slender hands made their way to the waistline of her pants.

She tried to pull away from you, but you didn’t really let her. But she tried a second time to pull away and she finally did.

“Wait—” she muttered, her hands resting around your wrists.