[Jarvis Harding]

Someone help me.

I'm stuck in Fallon Snow's bathroom, trying with every means to avoid Nona Larsen's mischievous gaze. I don't know what kind of game she's playing. I don't find it funny at all.

She'd better tell me what's going on before I freak out.

As I try to mutter a word, she shoots a glare at me and I decide, more wisely, to keep my mouth shut.

She approaches me again and runs a hand through my hair, making me shiver. She mutters, "It really looks like we need a shower. Shall we?" Although I acknowledge that Fallon has a huge shower in this bathroom, I believe that Nona is just making an excuse for us to take our clothes off. I don't know how appropriate getting naked and making out at someone else's is, but it's clear that Nona doesn't know boundaries.

So, let it be.

She takes her top off and tells me to unbutton my shirt. I do as she says, take it off and then place it neatly on the towel hanger. I take my shoes off, as well, and put them close to the door. Then, I repeat this process with the rest of my clothes until I'm barely in underwear. Everything is placed in a neat and tidy way by the hanger.

The same can't be said about Nona's top, jeans and shoes, which have been just thrown at a random corner. Since I'm no-one to criticize her for being messy, I hold my tongue and just let her embrace me. Her eyes are locked into mine, her lips only want mine. I can sense her feelings burst in the room.

She kisses me without hesitation and I don't relent. She perfectly know that kisses are my weak point even though she doesn't really know me as a person. I don't know if she's going to play me or if she truly loves me, so this leaves me with only one option: trusting her.

She tells me to get into the shower and take my underwear off. I protest. "Do we really need to do it?"

She, however, ignores my complaint. "Don't tell me you shower in your underwear." She's right. It's common sense. I take it off and place it with the rest, leaving Nona drool over my balls. There's nothing special about it, honestly. I can't flaunt a six pack, stone biceps or a big dick. I make do with what I have and, honestly, I'm happy the way I am.

The fact that Nona feels the same way makes me want to give her a chance even more. This is why, when she takes her slips and bra off, I'm excited. Not because I'm a pervert, but because I've just entered a dangerous road I can't get out of. Yeah, the one that leads to sex in the shower.

As we're both in, she opens the plug and hot water drips on our heads. The feeling is so overbearing that I pray it stops. So, I'm relieved when Nona pulls the plug on warm water. Not as hot as before, but far more relaxing.

As the water is finally adjusted, Nona puts her hands on my hips and invites me to do the same with a wink. She has nice curves, I have to admit. I'm lucky, big time. The way she glances at me makes me wonder what's the next move. Hopefully, she won't turn the water cold, or else I'm out of here.

She, instead, just presses her lips on my neck, taking advantage of the fact that I'm not much taller than her. I, in turn, pull her face on mine and vehemently kiss her lips. I've just done it. I've just kissed Nona Larsen out of my will. This isn't something to brag about, of course. I'm not someone who takes pride in boasting relationships or one night stands—well, I have never even had a girlfriend, to be fair.

Things get steamy when Nona closes the tap and closes her eyes. She wants me to kiss her even more. She won't do anything else until I take initiative. I don't like the position she's putting me into, but I have to man up once for all. It's for my own good.

So, I kiss her on multiple parts of her body, making her tremble out of pleasure. Then, I run a hand through her messy hair, before planting another kiss, this time on her left cheek. She mumbles every once in a while, making me go wild. There's no more turning back. We can only go forward.

She suddenly retreats back and takes a deep breath. She asks, "Are you enjoying yourself? From your look, I'd say yes, but looks can deceive..." Sadness fills her eyes as she says those words because they're so true. Looks often deceive. Have I ever thought of my life under a different perspective from usual? Have I tried putting into someone else's shoes?

The answer to these questions is obvious: no. I've never doubted anything about my simple, plain life. The fact that Nona is changing everything in just a night should excite me, but instead it just scares me. What if she sees me merely as a one-night stand? What if she only had sex with me out of pity with no other girl would ever have it with me?

In some sense, I'm deceiving her. So, I decide to vent my true feelings for her. "Listen, Nona, you're asking me if I'm having fun with you. Look, you're a girl full of surprises, I like you... Well, I'm torn. You're making me feel special but at the same time I wonder if it's too good to be true. I-"

She cuts me off as she runs a finger on my back. "Don't put yourself down, Jarvis. It won't make you any good. Just try and enjoy yourself. Are you afraid that I might leave you behind? I understand your fear and I have to be honest with you." She's scaring me. What does she mean? Does this truly means that I'm nothing more than a one-night stand to her?

She goes on. "Jarvis, I've already let other people down, and I don't want to make the same mistake with you. I know it's painful to say, but, if I mess up with you as well, it means that I'm not meant to be with guys at all." My heart breaks when she talks. She's on the brink of tears. She's tired of having to look tough for the sake of her image, I get it. What I truly fail to understand is how she can keep up the appearances as if nothing happened. I have a lot to learn from her.

"Nona, you don't have to think you'll mess up with me before you do," I answer. "I'm having the time of my life with you. I've never felt better. I really want to go on, if you want, but you need to tell me honestly if you think I'm a loser. Don't hold yourself back, tell me what you really think about me."

I expect her to tell me her bad first impression of me, how I look different from what I am and that I am a loser. Instead, she doesn't say any of that pointless bullshit. She just pulls me in for another long, intense and passionate kiss.