He’s set this all up so romantic, it’s unexpected. Dinner and dancing in our house and it’s just the two of us. He made me into a woman, and I want to feel how a woman feels.
I’ve never had any luck with the ladies and neither has my roommate. After a particularly disasterous aborted attempt at asking out my crush he has an idea, one that comes down to a basic principle.
We need practice. Practice on dating and practice on how to treat a lady. One of us will take our time and become the woman, the other will be the man.
I lose the coin flip and transform myself with clothing and makeup, and when I leave my room I find he’s set everything up as if out of a dream.
This had to have been his plan all along and I know it. He rigged the coin flip to make sure that we both played our parts. He has wanted this for a long time.
And I think I want it too. I think I want to be his girl. Even if it’s just for one blissful night I want to close my eyes and play pretend.
I can be her now, and this is what I need.
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The table, the food. The music, the lighting.
It had all been too pat and too prepared. It had all been too perfect to be spontaneous.
That could mean only one thing. It could mean only one certainty.
And so I asked him.
“The coin,” I said quietly, “It was a trick coin right.”
“Yes,” he admitted, so soft that I could barely make it out.
I was trembling as I moved through the rest of it, shaking in his arms as I tried to process this confirmation.
“So this was your plan all along?”
“Yes.”
He wasn’t lying now but it didn’t make sense.
It was obvious to me that his intention here wasn’t humiliation. Barring a hidden camera there was no proof this had even happened, no evidence aside from his testimony.
And he was being so nice and so sweet and the way that he had looked at me and the way that he had treated me at dinner, it had been so sweet and sincere.
But why?
What could Edward possibly get out of this? What was his goal? What was his game? What did he want?
“Why?” I asked him, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.
Because I didn’t want him to be mean. I didn’t want him to be cruel. I wanted more than anything for his answer and his reason to be one thing and one thing alone, even if the merest thought of that terrified me.
I wasn’t prepared for what he said because him giving voice to it made me face my own truth. The truth that I wanted to be like this too, that I was fulfilling a dream that I hadn’t even known that I had.
“Because I have a crush on you,” he said to me, “Because I’ve always had a crush on you.”
Edward pulled back from me and I resisted momentarily but relented. I let him hold me at arm’s length, staring me in the eye.
“I’ve never dated anyone because I don’t want to date anyone else,” he confessed, “I’ve never dated anyone because the only one I want is you.”
His hand reached up and grasped my chin between his thumb and his forefinger. He turned my face to look at him, slid his hand around to cup the side of my face and draw me further into him, pulling my lips to his.
When we kissed it was electric. It was present and immediate and full.