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From Create Your Own Story
Melanie, you tell yourself, time to just own up and face the music. Doesn't have to mean anything happens. And if it does, well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For right now, Michael's your friend who you've known for years, and you don't need to lie to him. He can handle it, and so can you. Alright, here goes.
"I, uh..." You wince, put your face in your hand, electing to just play cute and try to get out of it. "Oh, this is embarrassing! Can we forget this happened, Michael, please? I don't want to have to say what's on my mind right now."
Michael coyly shakes his head. "Nope," he says. "You don't get off that easy." That smile of his, while mischievously wicked, is very handsome. You watch his face for what feels like five whole minutes, waiting for your judge and jury to change their minds on your sentencing. No such grace comes.
Gathering up all of your strength, you shrug your arms, let them fall to your sides. "Wanted to see you without all your clothes on," you tell him, quite matter-of-factly. "I won't do it again. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he says. "I'm shocked, yeah, but...well, a little pleasantly so." You don't know how to respond, nor do you know where he's going with this, so you just look at him and keep standing on the towel. "I didn't think you thought of me that way. I'm flattered, really."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. In fact... well, I'll just say it's good to know I'm not the only one of us thinking about the other wearing less clothing."
Butterflies stir up in your stomach, and that old lovely ache in your lower abdomen kicks up. At first it's just a base level of flattery, of knowing a guy is thinking of you, and then it deepens: you're naked in his mind, you're an object of sexual attraction, and he's right: he wasn't the only one. A few things you could do come to mind. Do you...
