I'm driving home and my stomach is in knots. I look in my rearview mirror and in the dark, I can see Nicole's bike following me. The butterflies in my stomach are fluttering again. I cannot believe that I just causally invited her back to my place. Yes, she saved me from the embarrassment of being stood up, but I hardly know this girl. I just can't get the feel of her hand in mine out of my head and the warmth that spread through me as she rubbed her thumb. When we picked up the ice cream, it was weirdly the most fun I have ever had trying to pick out ice cream.

As I am turning into the homestead, it hits me that I didn't even think about Wynonna. Relief washes over me as I notice that her bike is missing. I don't care where she is right now; I just hope she doesn't come home tonight. Not that I'm expecting anything to happen. Wynonna exactly what you would call "refined". I love her to death, but she's definitely a mood killer.

I park my car and watch as Nicole pulled in next to me. I watch as she dismounted the bike and shake her red hair out of helmet. It was like something out of a shampoo commercial. My heart starts racing again. I wonder how it would feel between my fingers. A knock on my window pulls me from my trance.

"Earth to Waverly." Nicole smiles. "You going to sit in your car all-night or was there something that you wanted to show me?" She asks as she leans on my car.

"Yes! Sorry," I stammer out. I quickly open the door without realizing how close Nicole was standing.

"Ow!"

"Nicole, I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine. It's not like I need my knee or anything," she smiles as she tries to walk. Try being the operative word as she is now awkwardly limping.

"Come here," I say as I scoop her arm over my shoulder and try to help her walk. "Let's get inside and I'll grab you some ice for that."

We awkwardly make our way inside. I help Nicole plop down on the couch. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll just be right back with your ice." I used this as an excuse to pull myself together before I have to sit next to her for an hour and a half. I look at my reflection in the window and say, "You can do this. Yeah, she's super-hot, but she wouldn't be here if she didn't want to be. Okay? Plus, it's just a movie – your favorite movie. You can do this." I start to walk away and then I turn back to the window. "Try not to hurt her again!"

I quickly grab two spoons and something frozen from the freezer and make my way back to the living room. I see Nicole stretching her arms in the air and I'm briefly distracted by the definitions in her arms that I barely hear her say, "You can still turn this around."

"Hey," I announce my presence, "I've got something for your knee. We're fresh out of ice." I hand her the frozen bag of vegetables. She grabs the bag and promptly places it on her injured knee. "Here. You should probably elevate it." I pull the coffee table closer to her foot. "Again, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

Nicole softly smiles and opens her mouth to say something, but immediately closes her mouth again. She clears her throat and says, "Thanks, and don't worry about it. Now put on the 'the best movie that has ever existed'." She leans forward and opens the two pints of ice cream.

I put the movie in and drop down next to Nicole on her uninjured side. "You ready for this?" I smile before hitting play.

For the first time ever, I feel myself unable to focus on the movie. My attention keeps drifting to where our arms are barely touching. I keep thinking about how much I want to just hold her hand.

Throughout the movie, I keep sneaking glances to see the way her face lights up every time she laughs.

During the most passionate kiss in recorded history, Nicole turns to me and softly says, "Waverly?"

I turn to meet her gaze. "Yeah?"

Instead of answering, I see her eyes flicker to my lips and she slightly leans in towards me. I feel myself being drawn into her.

When our lips meet, I feel a shock run down my body. Her lips are so soft and welcoming and kissing her is like nothing I've ever experienced. Before I knew it, I push her on her back and carefully straddle her hips while being careful with her injured knee.

My hands make their way under her shirt. I need to see more of her, so I pull off her shirt. As I kiss her neck, she tightly grabs my hips and-

"I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind."

I quickly sit up and see Wynonna dancing her way into the house.

"Hey Baby Girl, how was your date?"

"Um, uneventful," I answer as I play with my fingers. I look down at Nicole who was fighting a smile. "Champ didn't show, but it's whatever."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Wynonna starts walking towards the couch.

"No!" I quickly respond. "Um, it was time. There's nothing to talk about." I couldn't help but to glance down at the girl underneath me who was currently toying with the edge of my shirt and slightly grazing the skin underneath. It was enough to muddle my brain. "Um…yeah…so…uh...anyways, shouldn't you be heading up to bed? I heard that Dolls requested you to be there bright and early tomorrow."

"Yeah, don't remind me. Goodnight." Wynonna makes her way to the stairs.

I couldn't move or even breath as I watch Wynonna disappear around the corner. It wasn't until I hear the click of her bedroom door that I am able to turn my attention back to Nicole.

"I am SO sorry. I didn't think she would be back tonight." I softly say.

"Hey," Nicole leans up on her elbows, "don't worry about it. I...um…should probably get going."

"Well, do you have to?" I shyly ask. "You can stay - that is, if you want." I duck my head in embarrassment as I try to cover my face with my hair.

"Do you want me to stay?" Nicole asks as she brushed my hair out of face.

As I look into her kind brown eyes, I breathlessly say, "Yes."

We kiss again, but she pulls away to ask, "Won't your sister find it weird to see a girl she's never met asleep on the couch?"

"Who says you'll be on the couch?" I smile. "Once she's asleep, we'll try to get you up those stairs."

"And in the meantime?" Nicole asks with a smirk. She goes back to toying with my shirt.

"This," I say as I start kissing down her neck again.