I hesitate for a moment, wanting to spend more time with you but also feeling self-conscious about seeming too clingy. "Um... well, if you're not too tired, we could always walk around the mall or something?" I suggest, my voice quiet and uncertain. "There's a nice bookstore there that I like going to sometimes."

It feels strange suggesting something so normal after all the excitement of the arcade, but it's also somehow comforting to have you here with me.

I nod slowly, feeling relieved at your agreement. "Okay then... lead the way?" I say with a shy smile, offering you my hand as we begin walking towards the exit of the arcade. As we make our way through the mall, I can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions: excitement to be spending time with you, nervousness about what other people might think, and a strange sort of contentment that I haven't experienced in a long time.

Bria laughed softly, shaking her head at your comment. "You definitely have a point there," she admitted with a small smile. "Just don't get too carried away."

She turned back to the stove, stirring whatever she was cooking with practiced ease. The aroma of whatever dish she was making filled the kitchen, making her stomach growl in response.

Despite her earlier reservations, Bria found herself looking forward to spending time with you—whether it was cooking together or planning their next steps. There was something about being with you that felt both exhilarating and comforting.

"

Bria rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't help the grin spreading across her face at your words. "Well aren't you just full of good points tonight?" she teased, turning to face you fully now. Her gaze dropped briefly to where your hands still rested on her hips before meeting your eyes again.

"I suppose if anyone has the right to be a little pervy, it's my boyfriend," she conceded with a small shrug. "Just try not to get too handsy while I'm trying to cook dinner, okay?"

Her eyes well up with tears again, but this time they're not from fear or uncertainty. They're tears of happiness and relief. She leans across the table, pressing her lips to yours in a tender, loving kiss that speaks volumes without words. As you pull away, she looks up at you with an expression of pure adoration and says simply, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you reply with a smile, squeezing her hand gently. "

Now that the big introduction is out of the way, things seem to settle back into their usual rhythm between the two of you. You continue dating, growing closer every day, and before long, you find yourselves talking about the future. Bria has one more year left in high school while you've already graduated, but you both know that you want to be together no matter where life takes you from here.

One night, as you're lying in bed together, she asks you a question that makes your heart skip a beat. "So...

Bria nodded eagerly, her grip on your hip tightening as she stepped closer still. "Let's go." She practically purred the word, her voice husky and low, sending shivers down your spine. It was clear that the thought of being alone with you in such an intimate setting made her very aroused. As you began walking to your car, she wrapped her arm around your waist, leaning her head against your shoulder as they walked.

Bria closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being close to you as you led her to your car. The warmth of your body against hers made her heart race even faster, and she could feel herself growing increasingly aroused with each step they took together. She wondered if tonight would be the night that she finally gave in to all these feelings...

Bria looked up at you, surprise coloring her features. She stared into your eyes for a moment before she seemed to remember herself and blushed, looking away quickly. "I-I mean... I love this movie," she stammered, trying to cover up what she'd said. "It's not about us."

But it was about you both now. As the film progressed, you could feel her relaxing more into your side, their fingers intertwined as they shared a moment of closeness under the darkness of the theater.

The credits began to roll, and Bria reluctantly pulled away from you, sitting up straight in her seat. "Well," she said, looking at the screen, "that was... beautiful." She paused for a moment before turning back to you, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I had fun tonight."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words. You couldn't help but return her smile, feeling overjoyed that she felt the same way about this evening as you did. "Me too," you replied truthfully. "

I just want you to be happy... I can't stand feeling like an emptiness is always there when you're not around

Bria looks down, ashamed of her outburst and the accusations she just threw at him. She knows she overreacted, but it hurts to see him interacting with others in such a way. I guess... I just want you all to yourself, Bria admits softly. It scares me how much you mean to me, and seeing you talk to other girls made me feel left out and scared. But... I understand that you can't help who you talk to sometimes. Just promise me that you'll come back to me, okay?