Pick Me Up

'Stop the car'

He still looks as good as he did before, maybe even a little better. I'm not sure if it's because his cheeks are slightly flush – as if he was in a rush to get here, or because he followed me back to my apartment.

I just stand there admiring, and despite the fact that I'm positive he is enjoying checking him out, he decides to break my semi-trance.

He shakes his hand gesturing towards inside. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

He wants to come in? Well duh Deanna. But even so the thought makes me slightly wary.

"What about your date?"

He stares at me for a second before answering. "Being a coach comes first."

I let out a small smile. Aw, he ditched his date for me.

I give him a little nod, a goofy smile on my face. "Just this once." I finalise.

He gives a triumph smirk before pushing past me into my apartment.

"I can teach you a lesson this way." He adds walking down the hallway with me following like a lost puppy in my own apartment.

"Another one?" Two in one night? Why does the world hate me?

"Yes DJ KHALED." He laughs at his own joke as he enters the kitchen.

I mean, I guess I could go one more. "Okay so what are we learning?"

He rests on the counter.

"I was thinking along the lines of if you come back from a date...what do you do?"

"Hmm...Invite him in?'

"Yes."

"So what-"

Not letting me finish he leads me towards the coach, demanding I take a seat.

I take a seat on the couch, the cushions thinning under my weight as I drag my eyes to Taylor who has taken a seat next to me, the cushions slightly sloping inward.

I clap my hands, making my excitement for this lesson more noticeable.

"So what happens if we get to the bedroom?" My eyebrows make a suggestive movement.

Taylor, who has tensed beside me rushes out a question. "Who says it's going to get that far?" His voice slightly serious, dimming the playfulness of this lesson.

"Well, I'm not saying it will I'm just, need to be prepared, you never know what's going to happen." I exclaim theatrically, my hands making big movement. "Like..." Before I could follow through on my suggestive ideas Taylor interrupts sharply.

"You shouldn't go that fast."

Exasperated I let out a laugh. Before he would be saying that you would shag them before taking them on a date.

"Just tell me what to do if you know, we do go that fast." I say a little shyly this time. Does he think no one would want to go there with me?

"Well," He begins. "To start things off, you don't go fast, you NEVER go fast, keep it at a low, say, 3 kilometres an hour, and you start off in the car." Coming from the rooter and booter himself? "You have to make moves in the car to hint at what you want to do, or what you don't want to do, remember don't go over 3 kilometres, and don't feel forced to do anything – "

"Okay." I decide to interrupt his strange mumbling. "So I'm in the car and I look at him and say something like 'do you want to come in for coffee' or 'hey I think I left my heater on and it's about to get steaming." I make a point by lifting my finger to my mouth and then in the air making a 'tss' noise."