Everyone was gone. It was finally the holidays and Scott and I were finally alone. After dinner, we went up to the common room, and I was surprised to see it so empty, which it rarely ever was. It strangely reminded me of the night me and Scott were alone and he asked me to go out with him.

Holding my hand, he led me to the couch were we had our first conversation alone, and sat me down on it. Before I could say anything else, he wrapped his arms around my back and kissed me. I decided to go along with it. I took both of my arms and put them around his neck. I was sure a few minutes had passed before he pulled back. "Hey, are you okay?" Scott asked.

"I'm fine," I sighed. "Completely fine."

I kissed him again. I realized that I was actually making out with him right now. He laid me on my back, while still keeping one arm on my back and the other on the back of my head. Another few minutes had passed and we were still kissing. His hand started wandering up my leg and onto my thigh. I let in a sharp intake of breath and instinctually grabbed his arm. 

"Danielle, are you sure you're alright? We don't have to do this if you're not ready," he said as he looked into my eyes.

"No, no. I'm okay, really," I said. 

"Okay," he said, but he sounded unconvinced.

Before he could say anymore, I pulled him into a kiss again. His hand slowly went up my leg again, and this time I didn't stop him. My arms trailed down his back until I reached the bottom of his shirt. I tugged slightly on it to let him know what I was trying to do, and he understood. He pulled up his body a little, so I pulled his shirt off of his head. I was surprised to see a six pack on his stomach. Scott smiled at my reaction and started to kiss me again. This time, his hand reached past my thigh, and onto the bottom of my shirt.

"Ready?" he asked me.

"Ready" I replied.