The Playgirl [Part 7]: Confessions

Month six. The month where you and Yves will find out about your results.

The previous month had been a whirlwind of stress. After that one night, you’d struggled hard to keep your desires at bay. You wanted to jump Yves at any chance you got, but managed to keep yourself in control every time. Yves seems oblivious about your internal struggles, and you’re glad she is—she doesn’t need the extra distractions. As exam after exam passes, both of you rely on each other more and more as study buddies, regardless of how hard it is on you. All you can do is settle for imagining her touch every night.

Now, you finally will know if your efforts were all worth it.

Are you nervous? Yes. Do you want Yves to succeed? Yes, regardless of the agreement or not. You know how hard she has worked, and you refuse to entertain the idea that she’d fail any of her papers.

Flashes of Yves working late nights, early mornings, scribbling notes everywhere she could, memorizing things and reciting them when she could run across your memory. There is no way she’d fail. You know how hard she’s worked for this.

Yves sits next to you, on her phone, frantically refreshing the site. The panic stemming from the results of the Finals leaves no person behind, not even the cool kid.

“Come on, come on, come on…”

“It’s loaded! Refresh, refresh now!”

Both of you swipe down, praying to God for good results. As expected, you get As amd Bs on everything.

You turn to the object of your affections, and find that she is in shock. You fear for the worst.

“Yves?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“How did you do…?”

“Great, babe.”

She turns her phone to you, displaying the three As, three Bs, and one C. She aces, in your book.

“You did it.”

“I… I did?” Yves seems genuinely shocked. She knew that no ace ever gets Cs. There was no way she aced.

“You aced in my book.” Your smile cannot be any wider, any brighter. You pull one of her hands away from her phone, your hands wrapping around it, and then you lean in for a kiss to her cheek. “You did it.”

Yves falls silent, probably overthinking your words. Her eyes scan your features for any hint of a lie. You shake your head while giggles of amusement escape your lips.

“Yes, I’m talking about the agreement. You still ace in my book.”

“Wait, I did?”

“Yes, Yves. So, as per the terms…” You lean to Yves’s ear, making sure she feels your breath against her skin.

“As per the terms, you get to fuck me .”

“Oh, shit.”

“That’s right, Yves.”

“Um… yeah, about that… I don’t wanna collect that yet.” Yves gives you a lustful once-over, but she’s genuine about her words. Yves gives you an earnest stare, her plea of trust evident.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, um… go home first, take a nice shower, relax a bit, and be downstairs by 5pm? I… I wanna take you somewhere.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I… I wanna take you out. Somewhere. Is that okay?”

Yves is so cute when she’s nervous.

“Uh… what do I wear?”

“Something comfortable. I only have the bike, you know that.”

“Okay.”

You level a kiss to her cheek.

“See you later, Yves.”

“See ya, babe.”

—–

5pm rolls around, and you’re downstairs, in the button down dress. You know Yves adores dresses, so you aim to appeal to her. Also, it definitely is comfortable, but a little impractical, yet you still wear it because Yves likes it.

Yves pulls into the parking lot, and your heart stills. She wears dress pants, a long-sleeved button up, and leather shoes. When she stops by you, she removes her helmet and shakes her head, letting the hair fall.

“Hey babe.”

“Oh my God,” you breathe, eyes slowly running over your not-so-secret love. By some stroke of luck, a breeze picks up, and Yves’s shoulder length hair sways along with the air, and you wish there was a camera to picture how beautiful the woman in front of you is. Yves blushes and looks away, brushing her hair behind her ear. Usually she’d be more confident, but now she just looks adorable, a bit like when you first stayed over at her place.

“You look so handsome, Sooyoungie.”

Yves coughs into her hand, the red burning from her ears across her cheeks. Ah—you slipped again.

“Th—Thank you, babe.”

After some fiddling with your skirt, you get on the bike with Yves’s trusty spare black helmet atop your head. You wrap your arms tightly around the waist of your love, secretly doing happy dances in your head when you feel how hard her abs are.

“I’m gonna kick off, babe. Hold on tight.”

—–

Yves takes you to a restaurant and kills the engine. The restaurant doesn’t look like anything extravagant from the outside, but you don’t really need extravagance anyway. You know how expensive college can be, and while Yves may have enough to pay the bills and a little more, you don’t want her spending more than necessary.

“Come with me, babe.” Yves grabs your wrist and pulls you to the door after you take the helmet off. She has a big grin on her face as she opens the door to meet the waiter. She exchanges a nod with the staff member, and she is brought to the nearby counter where a chef calls out to Yves.