So wait. Did he really just want to watch Netflix and hang out? Did I take the pervert’s interpretation of this? Part of me is relieved while another part is irritated. I shaved today, so I fully expect some action.
 
 I sit down and then take a bite of pizza. We watch the movie and fall into our easy interaction, the way it was last time. When the movie ends he asks if I want to watch something else.
 
 Really? I can’t believe I read this situation so wrong. I shake my head in disbelief.
 
 “Something wrong?”
 
 I look over and see that he must have been watching me and my internal struggle. “I guess I thought when you asked me over that you were expecting something else.”
 
 “Like what?”
 
 Oh God. He’s going to make me say it. “There is a thing that when people ask you over to watch Netflix and chill, it means to come over and have sex.” I cover my face, completely embarrassed that I just told him I thought I was coming over for sex.
 
 I hear him laugh before he gives my arm a tug and pulls me onto his lap. I can feel him hard underneath me and I open my eyes to look at him.
 
 “I totally meant it that way. I was just having fun messing with you because you came in all uncomfortable.” He pulls my mouth to his, and I open for him, letting him in.
 
 “You know that was really not cool,” I mumble as I pull away from him.
 
 “Yeah, well, let me make it up to you.”
 
 A chill runs through me.
 
 Yes, please.
 
 He stands up, taking me with him, and carries me to his bedroom. I yelp as he lets go of me and tosses me onto his bed. The two of us strip our clothes in almost record time.
 
 “You ready for that big boy sauce?” He smiles at me.
 
 “Okay, no. Time and place, and right now it’s neither.”
 
 I grab his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. I really like kissing him. My mind doesn’t wander and I can’t get enough.
 
 He pulls away, and I see him reach into his bedside table for a condom. God, I hate those things. It really sucks that they are such a necessity.
 
 When he climbs back on the bed he trails his fingers across my hips, sending goose bumps all over my body. He dips his fingers low and slowly inserts one of them into me. I gasp at the intrusion and lift my hips, letting him know I want more. He pulls it out, stroking me lightly before this time putting in two fingers. I groan and when his thumb starts to circle my clit I grip the sheets. He starts to pick up the pace and as pathetic as this is I’m already close. When he pushes down hard I break apart and let out a moan that I totally didn’t mean to.
 
 I’m coming down from my high as he climbs on top of me. He kisses me at the same time that he sinks himself into me. I dig my nails into his back, letting out a slight moan.
 
 He starts to move, slow at first and then picking up speed as he goes on. He lifts himself up more so that he’s on his knees and from this point it feels so much deeper. I have never had an orgasm during sex before, but I can feel another one coming. I lift my hips to him, begging him for more, to give me my release. He just goes harder and faster, and with each pump I yell from the pleasure and the sensation of him driving into me.
 
 My legs tense and I scream as another orgasm rips through me. After a couple more pumps his body tenses and he groans.
 
 That was the best sex I’ve had in a while.
 
 I wake up to sun shining through the blinds. Looking around, I see I’m still at Justin’s apartment.
 
 Shit!
 
 I have work today. I shoot up, the panic of waking up late running rampant through my body.
 
 “Whoa, where’s the fire?” He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, and I take a moment to admire how cute he looks.
 
 Just a moment, though, because I’m still late as all hell. “Sorry. Late for work. I gotta go. Last night was great. Text me later.” I have my clothes on and am flying out the door before he can even reply.
 
 I break all speed limits as I race to the apartment and when I basically fall through the door Dani and Melanie are standing there and immediately start to laugh at me.
 
 “So not funny. I need to do the princess face in like ten minutes.” I grunt as I grab my makeup bag. I start to hastily apply all of the layers of makeup needed even though I never washed it off last night.