My Girlfriend... and Her Other Half

Chapter 3: She was Snuggled Up to my Boobs

Chapter 3: She was Snuggled Up to my Boobs!

(POV: Pepper)

Oh my gosh. Sarina is sitting here, crying into my shoulder, and clutching onto me for dear life. I could not be a deeper shade of red. Not only that, but her chin is touching my breast. No woman that I've been with has touched my boobs before we started dating. Heck most of my ex-girlfriends never even touched my boobs.

Oh but I shouldn't think anything of it. She's upset, and she just needs to be comforted right now. But, jeez, she is so close.

I rub her back, in a soothing manner, and Sarina finally starts to calm down. Her loud sobs become weak sniffles, and she sits up a little, thanking me.

"No need to thank me, it was no trouble, he wouldn't have gotten too far anyway. He's this neighborhood's drunk," I explain to her.

"Still, it was scary," Sarina huddled a little closer to me, and my face reddened again.

"What were you walking down the alleyway for anyway?" I asked.

"I was at the park, and the alleyway is a shortcut to my home. I've gone down it so many times before and I didn't think anything bad would happen. I'm sorry," she whispered.

"No, it's alright. Just be more careful, okay?" I suggested. Sarina nodded, still holding onto me. The shaking was still present as well. Poor sweet thing. "I'll take you home, okay?"

"Oh, you don't need to-" I cut her off.

"It's alright. I would feel a lot safer taking you home than you walking anyway. Come on," I helped her stand up, and she let go of me. Thank God, if she held onto me any longer my nose would be bleeding again.

"Do you live here by yourself?" Sarina asked, suddenly. She had started looking around.

"Yep. I lived in the dorms last year, and moved into this nice little apartment a couple months ago," I explained, admiring the apartment as well.

"You must have to pay a lot for rent," she points out.

"I don't pay my rent, my parents do, but I pay for all my food, and supplies, and stuff. I guess that's a benefit of growing up with money," I shrug.

"So you grew up well off?" she questioned, looking towards me.

"Yeah, my parents are rich business people. I used to always feel weird about it, and I still don't like admitting it," I looked down.

"Hey, I'm the same, but a bit different," Sarina told me, as we walked out. "I grew up extremely poor, I live in an old apartment with my parents near here. We didn't have enough money to pay housing, and I have a big loan to take care of once I am making money for myself. I never liked to talk about how I didn't have enough money to get the latest fashion. Most of my clothes are actually from a family friend, from when she was a teenager," she accounted.

Looking at her, you would have no idea she as poor. She was always so bright, and cheery, and well dressed. "Wow, we do have a lot alike, but opposites, in some ways," I smile.

A smile lights up her cheery face as well. She is just so adorable, I can't even breathe.

Sarina gave me directions to her apartment. It as a good 10 minutes driving from my house, and we talked more along the way. She told me she lives at home with her parents and her older brother, and she asked me if I had any siblings. I told her about my 3 little sisters, and how I have mostly raised them, since my parents were always so busy.

"So you never saw your parents much?" she looked up at me.

"Nope, because of this I never really grew a super strong attachment with them. We still talk, and I would miss them a lot if something happened. But it's not like we are super close," I elucidated.