The Unexpected Exchange - Forced Fem Fantasy

Part 19: Gracie's Crush

Scott lay in the dark, sandwiched between Amelia and Gracie. The room was quiet, except for the faint rustling of blankets, the occasional sigh, and the distant chirping of crickets outside. The stillness contrasted sharply with the turmoil in his mind. He stared at the ceiling, replaying the evening's events: the teasing, the dancing, the kiss from Oliver, and the dare that loomed over him. It had been a whirlwind, and he struggled to find any peace amidst the chaos.

He could tell Amelia was sound asleep, her steady breaths tickling his ear. On his other side, Gracie seemed restless, shifting occasionally. Suddenly, she rolled over to face him, her eyes barely visible in the dim light.

"Are you still awake?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"Yeah," Scott replied softly, turning his head to look at her.

Gracie propped herself up on her elbow, her face inches from his. "Couldn't sleep either?"

Scott shook his head. "Too much on my mind, I guess."

They lay there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. The quiet felt intimate, a stark contrast to the night's earlier events. Gracie broke the silence first.

"You were really good with the nail painting," she whispered. "I mean, you're good at a lot of things."

Scott chuckled quietly. "Thanks. I've always liked art, so I guess it's kind of similar."

Gracie smiled, her eyes reflecting the faint moonlight streaming through the window. "You're really talented, Sophie. I wish I had your skills."

Scott felt a warmth spread through him at her compliment. "You're good at a lot of things too, Gracie. Like, you're always so kind and thoughtful."

She shifted closer, their legs brushing under the sheets. "Do you want to know who my crush is?" she asked suddenly, her voice barely audible.

Scott's heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, I do," he said, trying to keep his tone casual despite the anticipation building inside him.

Gracie hesitated, looking at him with a mix of shyness and something else he couldn't quite place. "Well, it's someone who's really sweet and has been a great friend."

Scott's curiosity was piqued, but Gracie seemed reluctant to continue. "Are you going to tell me, or just leave me hanging?" he teased gently.

She giggled softly, a sound that made his heart flutter. "Maybe I'm just building the suspense."

Scott laughed quietly, shaking his head. "You're mean."

Gracie grinned, but then her expression grew serious. She moved even closer, their faces almost touching. "You know, I've been thinking a lot about it, and I think I should just say it."

Scott held his breath, waiting.

But then Gracie changed the subject, asking him about his favorite things from back home in Canada. They talked quietly about his favorite places, his family, and the things he missed.

Scott found himself relaxing, the tension of the night easing away as he spoke. "I miss the snow," he admitted. "The way it blankets everything and makes the world look so peaceful. And I miss the maple syrup festivals we used to go to. My mom would always make these amazing pancakes."

Gracie listened intently, her eyes never leaving his. "That sounds wonderful," she said softly. "I've never seen real snow before."

"You'd love it," Scott replied. "There's something magical about it."

After a while, Scott yawned, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over him. Gracie noticed and gave him a soft smile. "You should get some sleep. It's been a long night."

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Good night, Sophie," she whispered, her voice tender.

"Good night, Gracie," he murmured back.

But instead of rolling away, Gracie leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. Scott's eyes flew open in shock, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. Before he could say anything, Gracie spoke again, her voice barely a whisper.

"My crush is you, Sophie," she confessed, her hand finding his waist and pulling their bodies closer. She kissed him again, this time lingering longer, her lips soft and warm against his.

Scott's heart raced, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. He was too stunned to respond, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Gracie pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his face for a reaction.

"Sweet dreams, Sophie," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of affection and hope. She then rolled back over, leaving Scott lying there in disbelief.

He lay still, his mind trying to catch up with everything that had happened. The kiss, the confession—it all felt surreal. Eventually, the exhaustion caught up with him, and he drifted off to sleep, a small smile playing on his lips.