Wrong Impression

Having her hand placed more firmly on Chad's chest, it's impossible for Rosalyn to lift her eyes. His skin was so smooth and warm and... yes, she could feel the fast pace of his heart, which only served to make her realize that her own pulse was racing - for how long, she didn't know.

Swallowing again, she doesn't even know how to respond to him. She felt his finger brush her cheek lightly as he tucked away her loose hair, sending another shiver down her spine. Why was this happening? Why did she have this enormous wave of emotions for a man she didn't even know? And why was he being so sweet? Was he really telling the truth when he spoke words like that? But why? It didn't make any sense at all. But even so... she couldn't deny the beat of her heart and the flutter in her stomach.

Finally she slowly looks up again, finding his eyes still staring down at her. He... wanted her to stay? That thought alone makes her cheeks flush all over again. She wasn't sure exactly what he'd meant by that, but hearing him deny himself whatever pleasure it was that he wanted, she can't help but feel a little bit of respect starting to grow. She really wasn't sure how to take him at all... but never had she been in a more vulnerable position than this, and if he wanted something from her, now was the time. But instead of making her stay, he was offering to walk her home.

A silly smile creeps across her lips and she looks down again, pulling away from him as she backs up a step. "Okay," she relents. "Um... you might wanna put some shoes on though and... button up your shirt."

She clears her throat, glancing away. "Just so somebody doesn't get the, um... the wrong impression."

Stifling a laugh, she turns and steps out onto the porch, opting to just wait for him out here - he'd come, and he could fix the bed himself this time

Breathing in deeply the night air, the crispness felt good in her lungs. Only now does she realize just how warm she feels, and she's glad that it will take a few minutes to walk home so she can compose herself. Thankfully, both her parents should be in bed by now. Not that she was doing anything wrong, but they might get the wrong idea, seeing a stranger bringing her home.

Once Chad joins her, Rosalyn skips down the few steps and hooks her hands in her jeans pockets before setting out down the gravel driveway. "It's just down this path here," she explains. "Only takes a couple minutes."