'Noted. Boss.' (GirlxGirl) (BossxIntern)

Chapter 4 - Good Night Princess

*Song: You Instead by San Scout ^^^*

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Before going off to Meghan's, I went home and took a quick shower, making myself all fruity and delicious.

Since I knew I was going to stay over, I picked something more comfortable: a crop top and cotton sports trousers.

I'd put on some makeup, but I really didn't feel like sleeping in them later, so no.

While I was drying my hair, Luke messaged me.

Luke:
What are you up to tonight? Let's go PARTY!!!

Me:
Can't. Date. Later.

I had to keep it short because I was running out of time, as always.

Luke:
FINEEEE. I haven't seen you in ages. Meet up Sunday?

Me:
Sure. Lunch my place.

Luke:
KK. Have fun!! ;)

Oh, I will.

Now, I am holding the white wine I bought on the way to Meghan's, checking myself out with the lobby glass gate.

You lookin' fine, Sage. Chill. I let out a big breath to stop myself from getting overexcited.

'There you are.' Meghan taps on my shoulder, 'You've washed? You look good without makeup.' She says in a teasing tone.

'Are you saying that I don't with makeup?' I retort playfully.

I eye her quickly. An oversized T-shirt, okay...I almost let out a groan when I notice that she doesn't have trousers on. Her thighs look as fair and smooth as her baby face.

'Let's go upstairs.' She must see where I am staring at, her face gets redder a little. She grabs my wrist and basically drags me into the lift.

Too bad we're not taking the stairs. I'd have a fantastic view.

'What do you want to watch?' Meghan asks as we enter her flat.

I Can't Think Straight can definitely set the mood...but I'm going to go with something less obvious.

'How about Call Me By Your Name? You love romance, right?' I casually walk towards the shell above the TV, examining her collection of puppy figurines.

'Sure, haven't watched that one before.' She turns and goes into the kitchen, 'So, do you want to come and check out the popcorn machine?'

Oh, almost forgot this was the reason why I'm here.

'What flavour of popcorns did you buy?' I walk up to her, peeking at the white popcorn generator over her shoulder.

'Plain, actually.' She smiles shyly, 'I thought we could mix it up with different things.'

Beautiful and thoughtful. Where else could I find such an angel?

'Definitely.' I give her a happy grin.

We settle quickly into the soy-colour moquette sofa with a bowl of salty butter popcorn and a bowl of caramel.

We at first are sitting straight up, only our hip slightly touching. I don't dare to move any closer because Meghan still looks a bit tense.

But after a few minutes (when Oliver is playing volleyball while Elio is sunbathing), I can feel her loosening up a bit, I squeeze over to her side, making our thighs touching.

I can hear my own heartbeat growing faster. It is hard for me to focus on one of my favourite films right now.

Meghan jumps a little at the physical contact, sneakily glancing at me, blushing. I keep on eating my popcorns as if nothing has happened.