How to choose the one

Cherry picking

I wake up feeling extra happy. And also, a lot like an odd slutty version of myself. Because I'm waking up in an apartment building. With Bayne next to me in bed.

I may have lost my virginity last night. To Bayne.

Holy shit balls.

There goes my no guys plan. In a really big way.

Well, I would say maybe a more than average way? I have nothing to compare to actually.

I slide out of bed as discretely as I possibly can and take a quick peak at him in the early morning light.

Breathtaking. As attractive this morning all disheveled and sleepy as he was last night, all sweaty and warm.

Shit. I'm scared. I'm happy. I'm sore.

I'm all of it at once and my brain is buzzing.

I tip toe about and grab the bits and pieces that add up to my entire outfit and also my phone, and head into the small bathroom off to the side of the dark bedroom.

Once in there, I close the toilet lid and sit down, unlocking my phone and having a quiet heart attack about the forty or so messages that are waiting for me.

Shit. Candice is pissed. And mad. Or maybe just pissed?

I start from the beginning, reading the oldest messages first.

Starting from the moment after we kissed;

Candice
I can see you. Slag.
Just kidding. Yowzer. Get some.

I vividly remember the kissing. Shit. It was hot. Both in temperature and the level of basic chemistry we have. It was the hottest, most full on kiss of my life.

No one has kissed me like that before. It was like we started and then the initial connection of our lips was like igniting some sort of physical force that once it began, I literally could not stop.

People were too engrossed in the band and the dancing to notice, but I knew that if I didn't pull away and ask him to go elsewhere, we either had to stop for the sake of public decency or we just had to stop.

And that wasn't an option.

I had now had a small taste of what this boy could do with his tongue and I wanted more.

I stopped, placing both my hands on Bayne's firm chest, to shoot a quick look at the group grinding to the music of the band.

"Ellis, I..." he starts but I don't let him finish. I make a split second decision.

"Let's get out of here." I whisper back, watching his face change three times in three seconds. He goes from slightly perplexed to blank and then a darker look crosses his face and he is standing, taking my hand and pulling me out through a back door.

I look back at the messages, scrolling through a few from Candice that are just emojis and random sexual innuendos ending with a picture of a cucumber and laughing, I sift through until I find another that has an actual sentence.

Candice
So, it's midnight and you aren't here. Anywhere. Jax and I searched. He seems bummed. Jess is consoling him. With her tongue. And her vagina.

I laugh out loud at this one.

I feel a little bad for some reason. Was he hurt that I left and didn't say goodbye? Or because I didn't hang out with him at all and he invited me?