I didn't get a wink of sleep the night before as I was too busy running over the events that happened in the spa. My mind replayed the experience again and again and I found myself wanting more of her...but did she want more of me?

I heard Lauren stirring in her bed, no doubt waking up from a deep sleep that I wasn't lucky enough to get. I heard her groan as she stretched and cracked her joints, and then I heard her footsteps approach my bed. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, breathing deeply and evenly. I suddenly felt her hand brush my hair out of my face, feeling her breath on my skin as she kneeled next to me. It took everything I had within me not to smile or open my eyes, and I'm glad I didn't when I felt her press a feather light kiss to my forehead before standing up and walking away.

I waited a little longer to 'wake up', climbing out of bed and quickly showering, shaving and then joining her outside at the patio table.

"Morning," I said quietly.

"Morning," she replied, not looking me in the eyes.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah, you?" she said quietly.

"Lauren, what's wrong?" I asked.

She took a deep breath before looking at me, opening and closing her mouth several times before finally saying something.

"About yesterday...I'm just, worried I guess. I didn't force myself onto you, did I?" she said nervously, her eyes full of concern.

I wanted to reach out and hold her, tell her that she was the opposite of forceful. That she was gentle, caring, and perfect.

"No, you didn't," I opted to say instead.

"Are you sure? I keep thinking about it, I shouldn't have..." she rambled, but I cut her off.

"You didn't, Lauren. If I didn't want to do it, I would've told you," I replied.

She sighed in relief, her worried eyes now closed as a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Can I ask you something?" I spoke quietly.

"Hmm?" she responded.

"Was that...I mean, was I...was I good?" I asked awkwardly, instantly feeling a blush creep to my cheeks.

"Yes...I think so. I wouldn't really know," she said just as awkwardly.

"Oh...you haven't...?" I said, and she shook her head.

And then there was a silence between us. It wasn't awkward, nor comfortable. It was just...there. We both busied ourselves by watching the trees sway in the breeze, the birds flying from branch to branch, the clouds floating seamlessly across the bright blue sky. The silence was interrupted by Lauren scraping her chair loudly against the concrete patio as she stood up, smiling awkwardly at me before walking inside through the back door.

I mindlessly followed her, as if I were hypnotised by her chocolate eyes every time they made contact with mine. I closed the back door behind me, alerting her to my presence. She jumped slightly, turning around to look at me.

"So you've never —" I began to say.

"Had sex? No," she said awkwardly, looking down at the floor.

"Do you want to?" I asked, and she looked up at me. "I mean...with a boy?"

"Oh...I guess, I don't really know," she replied.

"What about with a girl?" I asked her.

She didn't reply, instead just staring at me as if she could see right through me. I took a step closer to her, closing the distance between us. I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing, but I knew that whatever it was...I wanted it. I reached out my arm, holding my hand out for her to take. She placed her hand inside of mine and I pulled her gently towards me. It felt weird, taking charge, especially with Lauren. I liked it though, it was different, but exciting.

I slowly leaned in, pressing my lips softly against hers. My body instantly melted against hers at her touch and I knew then that I wasn't going to be able to take charge. Lauren was bigger and stronger, it would be up to her. Her arms instantly wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly against her as we kissed. Her tongue was inside my mouth and I gently grazed it with my teeth, earning a throaty moan from her. We quickly parted and she threw me onto the bed, her lips attaching themselves to my neck and sucking tightly, pulling the blood to the surface.

"Oh my ..." I breathed out, and I heard her chuckle against my neck.

"Don't leave a mark," I managed to say through quick breaths.

"Too late," she said proudly.

"But everyone will know you gave it to me," I said nervously.

"I don't care," she said, before slamming her lips back on to mine.

Her hands slowly made their way under my shirt, peeling the material up my body and over my breasts. I was still wearing my pyjamas and wasn't wearing a bra, so my breasts were instantly exposed as she pulled the top up over my head. She began to kiss her way down my body, first pressing her lips to my chest, swirling her tongue around my nipple sensually. She then kissed my stomach and made her way down to my pyjama shorts, pulling them down slightly and leaving soft kisses on my hipbones.

"Can I?" she asked, looking up at me, and I nodded.

She pulled down my shorts and I flicked them off my feet.

"You don't have to do this..." I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and nervous.

"I want to, I just don't really know what I'm doing. Just tell me what feels good...okay?" she said.

"Okay," I replied.

She spread my legs open with her hands and dipped her head in between my thighs. I could feel her hot breath on my centre and it sent shivers up my spine. Suddenly her tongue pressed against my folds, and I gasped loudly.

"Oh my god!" I moaned, throwing my head back against the pillow.

Her tongue found my clit and her mouth latched onto it, her tongue lapping at it firmly. For someone who had never done this before she was extremely good, and I could already feel my orgasm building inside me. She wrapped her hands around my thighs and rested her hands on my hip bones, drawing circles with her thumbs as she gripped my sides with her hands.

"Fuck...Lauren," I whimpered, and she picked up the speed of her tongue, pressing harder against me.

I reached my hands down and grasped onto hers, our fingers entwining as I squeezed onto her tightly.

"I'm gonna..." I tried to say, but my body began to shudder and I couldn't finish my sentence.

I came under her touch, pushing myself further into her mouth as her tongue continued to lick against me. My back arched off the mattress and I moaned profanities into the air. When I had finally come down from my high I collapsed onto the bed, releasing Lauren's hands and pushing her head away from my core.

"Was that okay?" she asked nervously, wiping her mouth and chin before leaning in to kiss me.

"That...that was amazing," I exhaled loudly, and she smiled proudly at me.

She leaned in to kiss me once more, and I wasted no time in pulling her top off over her head.

"You don't have to —" she began, but I pressed a finger to her lips.

"I want to," I whispered, and began to pull her pants off.

She must've expected, or hoped for, more to happen between us, because she had shaved just like I had. I tried to copy what she had done, spreading her legs open and resting them on my shoulders. I looked up at her and smiled as I saw how she was looking at me, nervously but in pure awe. I kept my eyes locked to hers as I went down, licking a stripe up her slick centre. She was wet. Wetter than what I had expected her to be, and knowing that I had turned her on made me feel so incredibly good. It didn't taste how I had expected it to either, it just tasted like...Lauren.

"Oh, fuck!" she whimpered, her eyes still not leaving mine.

I found her small bundle of nerves and pressed my tongue down on it firmly, flicking my tongue back and forth while introducing a finger into her entrance. I didn't know if this was going to be enjoyable, but her expression showed me that she definitely liked it.

"Oh my god, Scar. Jesus, fuck!" she stammered, her eyes squeezing shut tightly.

"Look at me," I murmured against her, and she quickly obeyed me and opened her eyes.

I pushed my finger in and out of her, my tongue lapping at her wetness as she moaned uncontrollably. I could feel her beginning to clench around my finger and I knew she was getting closer to her climax, so I tried something that I had seen the one and only time I had ever watched porn.

I pressed myself firmly into her and began to shake my head, my tongue vibrating quickly against her clitoris. She instantly arched her back off the bed, taking my head in her hands and pushing me further into her.

"Fuck! Scarlet! Fuck, I'm cumming!" she practically screamed, and our eyes locked together as she rode out her high.

Her hair was stuck to her face with sweat, her face red from intense pleasure. Her chest was rising up and down, her nipples hardened from arousal, and then suddenly she fell back onto the bed, limp and exhausted. I crawled up her body and hovered over her, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she tried to catch her breath. When she opened her eyes she smiled lazily at me, reaching her arm around my waist and pulling my body down onto hers. I could feel her heart beating fast as our chests pressed together, and I lay my head in the crook of her neck.

I'd just had sex for the first time with the person who used to make me hate myself. But now she made me like myself, accept myself, maybe even love myself for exactly who I was. She made me want to be unapologetically Scarlet, all in the six days we had spent in here together.

"Was I...good?" I asked nervously, my face still pressed into her neck.

"Mmmm, incredible," she mumbled lazily as she trailed her hands softly over my back.

I wanted to ask what it was that we were doing, what she wanted with me. She told me she had liked me when I had first moved to Stone Creek, but did she like me still? Could she have possibly liked me all this time? I stayed quiet, not wanting to ruin the moment that we were having. I would ask her eventually, maybe not today, or tomorrow. But eventually.

I rolled off of her body, sitting up on the bed and grabbing my pyjamas, slowly slipping them back on. Lauren looked at me worriedly, as if I were leaving without saying goodbye after a one night stand.

"I'm just gonna shower, I feel a bit...sweaty," I said awkwardly, and her worried expression turned to one of amusement.

"Can I join?" she asked cheekily, but I just whacked her with my pyjama top before hastily pulling it on and walking to the bathroom.

As I showered, I couldn't help but let my mind drift back to what had happened just moments beforehand. I'd had sex with Lauren Knight, and it was nothing short of perfect. Was I crazy for forgiving her so easily, for being attracted to her? I wasn't sure, but I was sure about one thing and one thing only, I was undoubtedly falling for her, and I couldn't stop it.