TINDER❥ || Scömìche

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I woke up from my nap when I felt something shook under me.
Scott wanted to to stand up! Why?
I snuffled closer into him and literally pinned him down on the couch.
This moment shouldn't end.
"Mitchy?", he whispered.
I groaned.
"Can I stand up please?"
"No, why? I don't want to move!", I mumbled into his chest.
"But I need to go to the toilet", he said carefully.
"Oh, I'm sorry!", I now said and backed up. His proximity and the warmth were missing immediately.
He went to the bathroom and I took the time to check how I looked in the cellphone camera to make sure I didn't look too tired.
"Mitch? I just got a phone call... I need to go home! I'm sorry, beautiful! I hoep you get well soon, if you need anything, don't feel good etc. just call me", he sounded sad. I was too.
Why would he leave now?
It was so nice and now he wanted to leave? That simply?
"Oh, ok, that's.... Well ok, then, I'll bring you to the door and thank you", I started walking in front of him knowing that he was staring at me again.

Scott was already standing outside of the door.
"Do you want to go to the park tomorrow?"
At least something.
"Yes, of course!", I smiled again.
"Bye, gorgeous!", he quickly hugged me and walked downstairs.
I couldn't help but blush.
It's impossible how much I loved the cute nicknames  he gave me.
I love his smell, his hair, his eyes, his smile his personality and just everything.
He so perfect.

I heard the phone ringing behind me.
Who was that.
After a few more seconds I sighed, walked back into my flat and answered the phone annoyed.
"Yes?"
"Mitch, why didn't you text or phone me?"
Kirstin.
Right, I completely forgot about her the last two days.
"I'm sorry, but I was.. busy!", I answered apologizing.
"What were you doing?"
"Well Scott was here and stayed for the night, that's it", I said.
"He did what? He overnighted? Did you... did you-?"
"No, Kirst! Omg, why would you think that?!", I said angry and embarrassed.
But seriously, he wouldn't even want to, I guess.
"Calm down! I just thought it was getting hot, you know", I could hear she was smirking.
"God Kirstie, you are craaazy!", I began laughing and she joined in.
We talked a little bit more and I told her about almost everything and she listened closely.
I really appreciated her as a friend.

"I have to hang up! I'm hungry", I finally said.
"Do you want to eat with me?"
"Sorry, but I need to be alone, please!"
"Ok, bye"

I walked into the kitchen to eat a toast.
Then I undressed and laid down in my bed.
I was tired and exhausted even though I hadn't made anything exhausting this day.
Tomorrow I have to be fit again.

The next day

I woke up late.
Well rested, happy and ready for the day I climbed out of the bed and walked over to my closet to dress up and then get ready in the bathroom.
I chose one of the most beautiful clothes I've ever owned. How could I top every outfit? But it's obvious I wanted to look as good as possible.
I was super motivated and couldn't wait to meet Scott again.
With him. Alone. In the park.
I imagined the most romantic scenarios. His soft, beautiful lips on mine. Where his hands would be when we would kiss.
Oh god, I need to stop those thoughts!
I'm so dirty minded, terrible!
But he was so perfect!
How could you resist it?

After lunch I packed my stuff and started to walk to the park.
I instantly hoped we would go to the same place we were last time. Where he took the photos of me and where we sat on the tree. Or on the small bench we sat at our first dat- eh meeting.
Thinking of it made my body prickly.
Soon I stood in front of the gateway framed with beautiful, green trees.
He wasn't there yet. Probably because I was 20 minutes too early.
I spent the time listening to music and scrolling through my Twitter feed reading the news.
Suddenly a finger pocked my shoulder and I looked up surprised.
Damn he looked fine.
"Did I scare you?", Scott asked smirking.
"No, but hi!"
"Hey!", he hugged me tight and I soaked in his fresh scent. He smells so good and I didn't want to let go, didn't want to loose the grip around his neck.
But he did.
I was disappointed.
"Where do you want to go?", he asked me.
"Hmmm, maybe the bench? Do you remember! Where we first sat?"
"Oh yeah, I do remember!", he smiled a side smile, took my hand and we began walking through the park to the hill where the bench was standing.
We climbed it and then slowly sat next to each other.
Super close. Or thighs touching again. Or hands laying between them.
I laid my head on his shoulder and I immediately felt his breath getting faster.
Why?
Maybe he liked me too?
This was the first time I really allowed myself to have this thought.
The first time I really realized that there could be more.