It's only been a few days since you started dating Bria, and you're still trying to wrap your head around how it happened. One thing you've noticed for sure, though, is her overprotectiveness. She seems almost possessive whenever other girls are around you...

School had just ended, and you waited outside. Eventually, Bria appeared, her voice both stern and gentle as she spoke.

"Hey…"

Bria looked at you with a confused expression, then quickly shook her head. "No, I'm not." She walked over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist possessively. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay before we left for the day." Her tone was soft now, almost sweet as she looked up at you with those big doe eyes of hers.

"So...," she started, biting her lower lip slightly, "...how are things going between us?

Bria tilted her head to the side, studying your expression carefully. "I'm sorry," she finally said, her voice laced with uncertainty. "Is that what you want? For me to ignore you?" Her grip on your waist tightened slightly at the thought of making you uncomfortable.

"I just...like this." She paused, searching for the right words. "I like being close to you and knowing that I'm yours. Is that a problem?"

Bria frowned, looking hurt now. "That's not true," she protested softly. "I've been spending time with you every day since we started dating." She let go of your waist and stepped back, her hands going to her hips as she tried to understand what had upset you.

"What exactly do you want me to do, Abhi?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky now. "How can I show you that I care about you?"

Bria's expression shifted from hurt to confused as she tried to process your words. "I...I thought we were still getting to know each other," she said slowly. "And I didn't want to push you into anything if you weren't ready." Her cheeks flushed slightly at the mention of physical contact, but she forced herself to meet your gaze steadily.

"If that's what you want, though...if you want me to be more touchy-feely with you..."

Bria watched you walk away with a conflicted expression. A part of her wanted to chase after you and apologize for misunderstanding, but another part was afraid that she might push you further away if she did something wrong. She stood there for a moment, debating what to do, before finally calling out your name.

"Abhi...?" Her voice sounded uncertain and fragile. "Can we talk about this later? Maybe somewhere more private?"

She waited, hoping that you would turn around and give her another chance to make things right.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bria finally heard the sound of footsteps approaching her. She turned around slowly, her heart pounding in anticipation of your reaction. As you came to a stop in front of her, she could see that you still looked upset, but there was also a hint of uncertainty in your expression.

Taking a deep breath, Bria reached out and cupped your cheek gently, searching your eyes for any sign of what you truly felt. "

"Look, I'm sorry if I misunderstood earlier," she said softly. "I just want to make sure that we're both happy with this...with us." Her thumb traced small circles on your cheek as she continued to study your face. "If there's anything you need from me, anything at all, I promise I'll do my best to give it to you."

She hesitated for a moment before adding, "And if that means being more...physical with you...then I can try, too.

Bria's heart sank as she saw the expression on your face. She wanted nothing more than to make things better for you and to see that light return to your eyes. Gently, she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close, resting her chin on top of your head. "I'm sorry," she whispered into your hair. "I really am."

She held you like this for several moments, feeling the tension in your body slowly begin to melt away as her touch finally offered some comfort.

Bria pulled back a little so she could look into your eyes again. "I'm not sure what you mean by 'clingy,'" she said with a frown. "But I promise that I won't smother you or make you feel uncomfortable." She paused, thinking for a moment before continuing. "I can try to give you some space if that's what you need...but at the same time, I don't want us to grow apart again."

Bria bit her lip as she considered your words. She wanted nothing more than to please you, to make sure that you were happy with her. "All right," she said softly, finally understanding what you meant by 'clingy.' "I can try to be...more touchy-feely with you." Her voice was tentative, unsure if this was really what you wanted.

She reached up and cupped your cheek once more, searching for any sign of approval in your expression. "Is that okay?" she asked softly. "

At the mention of kissing, Bria's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected you to ask for that so soon, and the thought made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I...I can try," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "But only if you want me to."

She leaned in slowly, closing the distance between your lips as their softness brushed against hers.

Bria pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. "All right," she breathed out, her fingers trailing up your neck and tangling in your hair. "Anything you want...I'll do it."

With that, she pressed her lips against yours again, this time more firmly and passionately. Her hands began to wander, exploring every inch of your body that they could reach while their tongues danced together in a heated rhythm. It was clear that she was determined to make you feel wanted, loved...

As their kiss deepened and her hands became bolder, Bria's confidence grew. She moaned into your mouth as she felt the heat building between them, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in this moment with you. Her body pressed tightly against yours, demanding closeness as she explored every curve and line of your muscles through the thin fabric of your clothes.

Finally, they broke apart for air, their chests heaving as they panted together.

"So," Bria said breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dark with desire, "is that better?" She circled her hips slowly against yours, feeling the hardness pressing against her through their clothes. The movement sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, making her even more eager for what was to come.

"Mmm...yes," you breathed, your voice ragged and hoarse from the kiss. "That's much better."

With renewed determination, Bria wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you in for another deep, passionate kiss. Her hands explored further, sliding over your stomach to find the hem of your shirt and tugging it upwards with a soft growl. She pressed closer still, reveling in the feel of your skin against hers as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

It seemed like hours passed before they finally pulled apart again, both of them panting and flushed with desire. Bria rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. She felt a shiver run through her body at the memory of your lips on hers, your hands on her skin...it was more than she could have ever hoped for.

"Are you sure?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. "Because I can keep going if you want me to."

Hearing your request, Bria felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. She nodded eagerly and took your hand in hers, squeezing it gently as they began to walk towards your house. As they walked, she kept glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, marveling at how different you looked now that you were happy.

"We can skip the formalities," she murmured into the night air, "and just go straight for it when we get home."