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The low hum of conversation filled Florence's cozy living room, the glow of her vintage floor lamp shined a warm light over the furniture.
Elizabeth lounged on the velvet couch, a glass of wine in hand, while Florence sprawled on the floor, her legs crossed as she flipped through a magazine.
"You know," Florence began, her voice carrying that trademark lilt of mischief, "you've been suspiciously quiet tonight, Scar." She set the magazine down and looked up at me with a smirk.
Elizabeth arched an eyebrow, swirling her wine glass. "That's true. You haven't said a word about how painfully gorgeous I look tonight." she joked.
I rolled my eyes, settling deeper into the armchair. "You look stunning, Lizzie. Happy now?"
Elizabeth gave an exaggerated bow from her seat, her grin widening. "Ecstatic."
Florence wasn't so easily distracted. She propped her chin on her hand, studying me like a cat sizing up a mouse.
"What's got you in a mood? Is it work? Or..." She trailed off, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Is it a certain someone whose name rhymes with Y/n/n Bevans?"
Elizabeth nearly choked on her wine. "Oh, this just got interesting."
"It's nothing," I said quickly, reaching for my glass.
"'Nothing' always means 'something,'" Florence said, crawling up onto the couch beside Elizabeth. "Come on, Scar. Spill. Did she post another thirst trap? Say something cryptically flirty?" she wiggled her eyebrows.
I shot her a look. "Would you stop?"
Elizabeth leaned forward, intrigued. "Wait, are you two...?" She gestured vaguely, her eyes wide with mock scandal.
"No," I said firmly. "We're just... close."
Florence snorted. "Yeah, close enough that she calls Y/n daddy."
"You've been screwing her?!" Lizzie exclaimed. "Oh, I'm going to need more wine for this," Elizabeth muttered, getting up to refill her glass.
"It's not like that," I insisted, though the heat rising in my cheeks betrayed me.
Florence tilted her head, her expression softening slightly. "Okay, but if it's not like that, then why do you look like you're carrying the weight of the world every time she's mentioned? Also, it is most definitely like that, we had a conversation about her impressive cucumber." Florence giggled.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "It's complicated."
"You always say that," Florence said, her voice gentle now. "But maybe it doesn't have to be."
Elizabeth returned with her wine, plopping down next to Florence. "She's right. You're allowed to want something for yourself, Scar. And from the sounds of it, you keep going back to her impressive cucumber." She smirked.
I didn't respond, playfully rolling my eyes as the conversation shifted to other topics. But their voices faded into the background as my thoughts drifted back to Y/nโand the uncertainty that seemed to follow her.
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The knock on my door was soft but insistent, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was lateโtoo late for casual visitors.
I opened the door to find Y/n standing there, hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie, her expression somewhere between apologetic and defiant.
"Can I come in?" she asked softly.
I nodded, stepping aside to let her in. She moved into the living room, her presence filling the space in a way that was both comforting and overwhelming.
"Late night?" I asked, closing the door behind her.
She shrugged, her eyes scanning the room before landing on me. "Wanted to see you."
There was something in her voice, a vulnerability that made my chest tighten. I crossed the room to stand in front of her, my arms folding instinctively.
"We need to talk," she said, her tone steady but her eyes searching mine.
"About?" I asked, though I already knew.
"This," she said, gesturing vaguely between us. "Whatever this is. I need to know where you stand, Scar."
My heart clenched. "Y/n, I..." I hesitated, the words catching in my throat.
She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "You what?"
I reached out, my fingers brushing against her arm. "I don't want to lose you."
Her expression softened, but the tension didn't leave her shoulders. "Then stop pushing me away."
I didn't have an answer for that. Instead, I leaned in, my lips finding hers in a kiss that was slow and searching. She responded immediately, her hands coming up to rest on my waist, pulling me closer.
The kiss deepened, and for a moment, all the doubts and fears faded away.
"Scar, I really do need you to figure this out, I don't want to feel like a sex toy." She whispered softly against my lips.
"I promise, I will but, you're here now and you're going on a trip, can't we just enjoy things and talk when you get back from South Carolina?"
Y/n hesitated before nodding as I placed my lips softly upon hers again. "I'd prefer to talk before I leave," she spoke softly.
I nodded knowing she meant tonight but thats not what I wanted to think about.
"Okay we will, however theres other matters to take care of first but, this has to be quick, I don't want to wake the kids," I muttered against her lips. She cracked a small smile as we both went up to my room and quickly undressed.
Y/n went down on me, pleasuring my heated core as she swirled her tongue around my folds before sucking on my clit. My hand tangled in her hair as my eyes rolled back out of pleasure. I bit my lip, trying hard to suppress my moans so I wouldn't wake the kids.
Y/n aligned our centers before she began rocking her hips. Y/n began thrusting faster and deeper, sending that familiar euphoric feeling through my body. I came a few times before she reached her climax, pulling out as she let loose in my mouth.
"That's gotta be our record time," Y/n breathed out as I let out a giggle before sitting up to peck her lips.
She unfortunately couldn't stay since she had to get ready to leave tomorrow for her trip and had a few things to take care of. We both got changed and I slipped on a big t-shirt as we headed back downstairs.
I leaned against the counter in the kitchen, the silence between Y/n and I thick with tension of the unknown.
"So can we talk?" Y/n asked.
"We are talking," I replied, my tone too calm, too measured. "I just don't think there's anything new to say."
Y/n stood before me, fixing me with a look that could cut glass. "That's the problem. There's never anything new with you. You're stuck in this loop of 'I don't know,' and I'm just supposed to wait around until you figure it out?"
I opened my mouth to respond but faltered, my gaze dropping to the marble countertop. "It's not that simple, I'll have an answer when you get back."
"It is that simple!" Y/n snapped, throwing her arms up. "You keep saying you don't want to lose me, but you can't even tell me what you want."
My shoulders tensed, her jaw tightening. "I'm scared, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I don't know how to do thisโI don't know how to be what you want me to be."
Y/n's expression softened, but the frustration lingered. "Scar, I'm not asking you to be perfect. I'm asking you to be honest. Do you want this or not?"
My silence was answer enough. Y/n nodded, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "That's what I thought."
"Y/n, waitโ" I started, stepping forward, but Y/n held up a hand to stop me.
"I'm done waiting for you, Scarlett," Y/n said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I'm leaving for Charleston tomorrow. Maybe by the time I get back, you'll have some clarity."
"I told you I will, please, just give me that timeโ when you come back, we'll have it all figured out." I really meant that, I didn't want to keep giving her false hope, pushing her away and pulling her back in, it wasn't fair.
I just need to get rid of my fear and hopefully when she gets back, I'll have done just that.
"Have a safe trip, okay?" I spoke softly before pressing my lisp to her as I wrapped my arms round her. We stood like that for a bit before she kissed my lips once more and left.
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Chris's house was alive with the sound of laughter and the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen.
Alba was busy orchestrating a culinary masterpiece, while Dylan and Anna debated over who would win in a hypothetical fight between Batman and Iron Man.
"Iron Man, obviously," Dylan said, gesturing wildly. "He's got the tech."
"But Batman's smarter," Anna argued. "He'd outthink him."
I rolled my eyes, sliding onto a stool at the kitchen island. "You two realize this is a pointless argument, right?"
Chris walked in, holding a tray of freshly grilled veggies. "What are we arguing about now?"
"The eternal battle of brains versus tech," I said dryly.
He grinned, setting the tray down. "Classic. My money's on Tony."
"Traitor," Anna muttered, tossing a chip at him.
Alba glanced at me, her expression knowing. "You've been quiet. What's on your mind?"
I hesitated, my eyes flicking to Chris and then back to Alba. "Just... stuff. Relationship stuff."
Dylan's ears perked up immediately. "Still?"
"Shut up," I said quickly. "It's hypothetical."
"Sure it is," Anna said, smirking. "Spill."
Alba placed a gentle hand on my arm, her voice soft. "Follow your heart, Y/n. You deserve to be happy."
Her words stayed with me, even as the conversation shifted back to superhero hypotheticals.
The living room was alive with laughter as Dylan and Anna scrolled through TikTok videos, occasionally tossing sarcastic comments back and forth.
Alba was perched on the armrest of the couch, scrolling on her phone while Chris tinkered in the kitchen, pouring drinks for everyone.
I sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning back against the couch. My mind was spinning as I'd been walking in my head between Scarlett and Madelyn.
Chris carried over a tray with iced teas and sodas, setting it down on the coffee table. "Alright," he said, taking a seat. "You've been quiet, Y/n. What's up?"
I hesitated, my gaze dropping to my hands. "I've just... been trying to figure some stuff out. It's complicated."
Dylan raised an eyebrow, sensing where this might be going. "Oh, here we go," he muttered, earning a light smack from Anna.
Chris leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "What kind of 'stuff'? If it's complicated, maybe you need an outside perspective."
I chewed on my bottom lip, choosing my words carefully. "It's about someone. I'm just... not sure what to do. They're kind of back and forth, and I don't know if it's worth holding on or if I should just let go." I said, clearly not wanting to tell him who I was talking about.
Chris nodded slowly. "Are they important to you?"
I nodded, keeping my gaze fixed on the table. "Yeah. Really important."
"Do they know how you feel?" Chris asked.
"They do but, they're... scared, I think. Of what it could mean. And it's like, every time I think we're getting somewhere, they pull back."
Dylan exchanged a quick look with Alba, but neither of them said anything, letting Chris take the lead.
"Well," Chris said, his tone thoughtful, "relationships aren't easy. But if someone's scared, it doesn't mean they don't care. It just means they might need more time to figure things out."
"Yeah, but how much time do you give someone before it starts to hurt you?" I asked, my voice softer now.
Chris tilted his head, his expression softening. "That's the tricky part, isn't it? You've got to weigh what they mean to you against what you're sacrificing. If it's causing you more pain than joy, maybe it's time to have a real conversation about what you both want."
I sighed, leaning back. "I've tried. It's just... complicated."
Anna, sensing my growing frustration, chimed in with a grin. "Everything's complicated when you don't know what you want, too. Maybe start there."
Chris shot her a curious look but didn't press. "She's not wrong," he said. "It's easy to focus on what the other person is doingโor not doingโbut sometimes you have to figure out what you want first. Then you can decide if they're on the same page."
Dylan finally spoke, his tone light but supportive. "And if they're not? Well, maybe there's someone else out there who's ready to give you everything without hesitation. And there is...." he mumbled the last part.
My gaze flicking to Dylan, catching the subtle emphasis in his words. "There... is someone else," I said to Chris as I could see Dylan smirk.
Alba's eyes softened, and Dylan smirked slightly. Anna perked up. "Oh, do tell." she said, encouraging me to talk about Madelyn with Chris.
"This other person... they're everything I could ever want in a partner. Kind, supportive, not afraid to show how they feel. Being around them feels easy, like I can finally breathe."
Chris narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing, his brotherly instincts likely kicking into overdrive. "So what's the issue?"
I shook my head, glancing at my hands. "The issue is... I'm stuck between what feels safe and what feels right."
The room went quiet for a beat before Chris spoke again, his tone serious but kind. "Y/n, you deserve someone who makes you feel secure and valuedโno games, no confusion. If this 'someone else' is giving you that, maybe that's your answer."
Alba gave my arm a gentle squeeze. "Chris is right. You're allowed to choose what makes you happy. Just make sure you're honest with yourselfโand with them."
Dylan grinned, nudging her lightly with his foot. "And don't overthink it. Life's too short for all that drama."
I smiled faintly, grateful for their support. "Thanks, guys."
Chris leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Anytime. And, Y/n... whoever you're talking about, make sure they're worth it."
I felt more ready than ever to go to South Carolina. Maybe time away and time with Madelyn would help clear things up on my end, prepare me for my talk with Scarlett when I return.
A/N: Why do you think Scarlett is so afraid?
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