Game On

Talking

Hi, I have a monologue written from Ian's POV that's going to be put into the story later and I'm SO excited for you all to read it. Fair warning, I looked up the most sappy love quotes from books and used a few of them, so I hope you all cry when it comes to it.
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WARNING ⚠️: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD
Caitlin's POV

Ian called a cab and had us go back to his place. I was nervous, truly. Sometimes silence was the loudest noise of all. And right now, the ride was deafening.

Ian was reserved as well. I didn't have to look at him to know, I felt it. Even when calling the cab he was....awkward. And though it was adorable, it scared me that this man, who presented himself as strong and indestructible when we met, was nervous.

Ian orders the pizza on his phone during the ride, and it's not long before I realize the cab has come to a stop. I thank the driver before sliding out, Ian paying the man and following behind.

He makes his way in front of me when we get to the door of his condo. He puts in a pin number, the door makes a mechanical sound before opening.

Fancy.

Ian leads me in. It looked a lot more spacious than I remember. Then again the only other time I was here was the after party. The first day we met.

"You can put your things down. Do you want something to change into?" he asks.

"S-sure," I say..

He leaves the room for not even a 3 minutes before coming back, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He hands me some folded clothes.

"There's a bathroom down that hall, you can use the makeup wipes under the sink if you want. Ella keeps them there," he says, I nod at him with a small smile before heading to the bathroom.

I close the door and look at the clothes. He gave me a long t-shirt that would probably reach my thighs. And that's it.

Typical.

It went almost to my knees, covering a decent amount of skin. I run my fingers through my hair, combing it out a bit.

Once I leave the bathroom I find Ian on his couch, his head down like a child in time out. He hears the floor creak and looks up at me, his eyes raking down my body. I see him swallow before meeting my eyes.

"Uh, the pizza will be here in a bit," he tells me. I nod at him and continue making my way to the couch. I sit on the other end, leaving a large space in the middle of us. We make awkward glances at each other until he finally speaks up.

"Well, what would you want to talk about?" he asks. I shrug in response, "I'm not sure," I say somewhat quietly.

"We could play twenty questions," he suggests, I nod at the idea, knowing I wouldn't come up with a better one.

"Uh, what's your middle name?" he asks.

"Rose," I answer, the sides of his lips curl up a little at my response.

"What is your favorite ice cream?" I ask, he thinks for a moment.

"Chocolate, I'm a classic man," he says smugly. I roll my eyes at him, even though it was my favorite flavor as well.

"If you could get a pet, what would it be?" he questions.

"A cat, duh," I say stating the obvious. He chuckles, "Yes, you'd definitely be a cat lady," he says.

"I didn't mean it like that," I tell him giving him a look. He shrugs at me, "Next question hun," he says.

"Who do you admire most?" I ask. His face softens at this inquiry.