"Since when did you start liking me.?"
"When you were screaming in the middle of the night after checking there was no one around in the bus stop," I said straight.
"That's when you started liking me.?"
"yeah before that afternoon my heart fluttered a bit when you took my hands and walked away from John, it wasn't love or anything, I was just attracted, then we made out and I liked you, but then you left, I was so angry and upset, you always lingered in my mind and I kept searching for you, then I guess that slowly turned into love that finding you at any cost became my mission, this was all my first time , to feel such way" I told her and kissed her. "Marry me" I suddenly asked her without thinking much. She pushed me back suddenly. And turned.
"sorry I didn't mean to" she turned again. She pulled me holding my t-shirt neck to her level. "Are you sure? I meant we haven't even know each other long," she asked me. She walked forward and pushed me down to the bed. She was trying to play hard to get. I pulled her and climbed on top other pinning her down. And I leaned down.
"tell me now" I ordered her. She was struggling to escape.
"You are tickling me stop it," She screamed laughing. I loosened my grips and concentrated more on tickling. "wait, wait, wait." She said panting. "Under one condition." She said. I got scared this time as she said it. "What?" I asked her.
"Be my hero in the script." She requested. "I can't imagine anyone else while I write. Only this one."
"Why is that?" I asked her getting up and sitting normally.
"Because the guy I fell in love deep inside wanted to do it."
"That guy changed and he doesn't care about it much," I replied her back.
"Why is that you don't want to. Tell me honestly."
"Nothing." He said.
"What?" she asked me again.
"Because I don't wanna act intimate scenes with some other women. I can't. I hate it. You have no idea how much I have limited my contacts with women these days. Then you become the actress. So I won't feel uncomfortable." She looked at me with the horrified expression and began laughing. She moved closer and sat on my lap. "If that's why. Then I won't include any such scenes. Trust me. Do you think I will let my husband do such things? Thank god I'm the writer. But honestly Dylan I haven't seen anyone handling a character such deep. I want you to do it. But a kiss would be fine right?"
"So that's a yes?" he picked her words from the conversation carefully.
"Yes," she assured me. And I kissed her again putting her down in the bed. I reached for the shirt, and unbuttoned them one by one while she played with my hair. This time, she wasn't afraid, like she was during her first time. I liked how confide she looked to be with me. I kissed her again and I couldn't help it, with emotions overflowing in my heart and mind.