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14 • in which serena gets asked out

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It's been over 24 hours.

Why the fuck hasn't he called?

It was currently January 2, 2017, 10:33 in the morning. And I was freaking out.

Okay, okay, that's pretty pathetic. But still, I'm over here killing myself over whether or not he's going to actually ask me out, and I can hardly wait much longer.

Dammit, my subconscious scolded me. You just had to let your stupid mouth run.

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After we kissed at midnight at Bella's New Year's party, we spent the next hour sitting on the stairs, just talking, while everyone else rang in 2017 in their own way.

We just talked. Nothing sexual, no more kissing, just conversation. Everything felt so natural with Myles. I didn't have to hide anything, didn't have to fake my feelings for him, everything with him was honest and down to earth and just so real.

But regardless of how much I liked him, I wanted to do this right. So I had to define our relationship, whatever we were.

Around 3:00, as everyone was either passing out on the couches or finding a room or stumbling out the front door, Myles rose and reached out his hand to help me up. His hand was warm, wrapping around mine, and he didn't let go once I was standing.

"Do you have a ride home?" He asked me. I shook my head sheepishly. "Keller may or may not have picked me up," I admitted. To my surprise, he chuckled.

"Of course he did. I would assume he didn't wait up for us after Jack announced to the whole party that we kissed," he teased me. I groaned. "I'm going to have to talk to him about that."

He laughed again. Damn, he was in a good mood tonight. He placed his hands on my hips and turned me to face him. "You can talk to everyone later. Right now, it's you and me." His husky voice sent chills down my spine as he leaned down towards me.

"Myles," I breathed. His breath fanned my cheek and I was nervous that my knees would give out completely. "Myles," I warned him again. I pushed against his chest and he pulled away with a frown. "What's wrong?" He pouted.

"No more kisses for you tonight." I said.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He challenged.

"Because," I began, "I don't do hook-ups."

"Babe," he started, and I nearly melted at the tenderness in his voice when he used the pet name. "I would hardly call this a hook-up."

"I know, I know," I assured him. "But I'm just scared that not putting any boundaries means that this won't go anywhere real." His brows furrowed when I voiced my concern.

"You have nothing to worry about." He promised me. "And that's why I'm going to ask you out on a date. Properly."

I raised my eyebrows with a smirk. "Oh really?" He nodded. "Alright." I agreed. He suddenly grew serious and leaned his forehead against mine. "I want to do right by you, Serena," he whispered, and I melted a little inside.