IT STARTED WITH A WHISPER, Elizabeth Olsen

First touch

"My parents won't be home tonight" Lizzie stated, looking right in front of her as we navigated through the busy hallway.

"Oh" I let out, confused as why she'd just say that. We'd been dating for a few months, but since she was pretty deep in the closet, I didn't want to rush her.

"I was thinking maybe you could come over" she suggested, confirming my thoughts as a discreet grin spread on her lips. "Be there around 7, I'll text you the address" she added as we reached the door. She placed a shy kiss on my cheek before disappearing in the parking lot. I rushed to my dorm, suddenly feeling like I had to shower and make sure my body looked perfect. Was it really going to happen? We'd never spend a night together before. I wasn't allowed to bring guests in my dorm, and since Lizzie wasn't out, she didn't want me at her house when her family was there. She claimed her sisters would guess. I didn't think much of it, too focused on enjoying the few amount of time we had together.

As I entered my small bathroom, I turned into Breaking Dawn (Part1) Bella, shaving any possible area of my body, using soap at least three times to make sure I smelled good. When I got out of the shower, I decided to use the body lotion my mom had bought me. I never put on anything like it, barely even took care of my facial skin. I asked myself a lot of questions as I tried to pick a decent set to wear under my outfit. I didn't have any nice underwear, most of them were plain black, the most simple you could find. Would she like it? Would she like what's under it? I shook my head to push the questions away.

After all, maybe she didn't invite me over for that. Maybe she just wants to eat pizza and watch a movie. She's probably not ready for this. Am I even ready for this? I asked myself. I had been having dreams, rather explicit dreams, about her, but did that mean that I was ready for the real thing? I've never touched another woman, not like that. I've actually never touched anyone like that at all. I know Lizzie's been with a few boys before, she told me her last relationship was pretty serious, and lasted for a while. I don't want to make assumptions, but it would make sense if they had been intimate.

I, on the other hand, never seriously dated anyone until her. I had been attracted to other women, but never made it through the talking stage. The thought of someone else's hands on my body was rather exciting, but also kind of scary. The thought of her hands on my body was just exciting. I wanted to get to know every single part of her. But I wanted to do it the right way. I let out a loud sigh as I hid my face between my palms. "Why do I have to overthink everything" I mumbled to myself. I finished getting ready, a thousand more questions invading my mind. I was pulled out of my thought by the short buzzing of my phone, signalling me I had received a message. It was Lizzie's address. Nothing else, just the address. After looking it up, I found out it was only 25 minutes away.

I looked at the time, a hopeful smile spreading on my lips. 6.27pm. I put on my shoes and left my dorm. As I was not willing to wait for the bus for such a short drive, I decided to walk. As I arrived near my favorite flower shop, I decided to get her a bouquet. Being obsessed with Imagine me and you, I wanted to be very careful about the meaning of each flower. So nothing too fancy, just a sweet gesture to say I love you. After looking through the shop, I settled on gardenias, salvias and baby's breath. The mainly white bouquet with hints of purple looked beautiful. With a satisfied grin on my face, I left the shop and finished my short journey to her house. Since I had never been there, I didn't know what to expect. So let's say I was a bit surprised when I reached a gigantic modern wooden house. For a second I wondered if I typed the address wrong, but after double-checking, I was definitely at the right place.

Before I could knock, Lizzie opened the door, making me jump slightly. She stood there, a large smile on her face, her honey brown hair hanging in a loose bun, leaving a few strands out to frame her face perfectly. Her pupils widening at the sight of the large bouquet I was holding. "Hi, I brought these for you" I shyly greeted her, her smile only growing wider as she took the flowers I was handing her. She brought them closer to her face, scrunching her nose adorably as she took in the sent of the freshly cut flowers.