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I'm barely able to reach the table when I spill the beans. "Tom got a boner while we kissed."

"Hey! Congratulations!" Karen says happily. "It's a sign."

"A sign for what?" Sarah asks. "And, good job Emma."

"A sign that he wants to have sex," Karen explains.

"Oh," Suzy and Sarah say at the same time. "Are you ready for that?" Suzy asks me.

"I… I don't know." I answer. "I don't think so. Just thinking about it scares me."

"Oh, don't be a baby. It's not such a big deal. It's sex! Everybody is going to go through with it." Karen says.

"No… I… I don't think I can." I say shyly.

"Fine," Karen grumbles. "But if you don't have sex you'll at least have to do oral."

"You mean… like, blowjobs and stuff?" Sarah asks, a disgusted look on her face.

"Oh god," I say. "I am not going to put a dick in my mouth."

"Ew," Suzy comments.

"Prudes," Karen mutters. "Okay, no oral. Second base?"

"Boobs," Suzy says.

"Exactly." Karen answers. "If you won't touch him, he can touch you. You start kissing, than you slip your hand under his shirt. Then you have to hope he'll get the message."

"Huh. That could be something." I say. "But I'm scared. I've never done something like this before."

"Don't worry about it. Trust me, once you get turned on, it'll all go smoothly."

"Okay," I answer shakily. "But please, let's talk about something else."

"You're the one that brought it up," Suzy says. "But okay."

Silence.

"Oh, yeah!" Sarah suddenly says. "Guess who got a B at math!"

And so it becomes a conversation about who's got the best grades. I'm not really paying attention though. I'm already planning my perfect afternoon with Tom.

"No! No, no, no!" Tom exclaims as he stands up. "No!"

My eyes are glued to the screen, even though I've already seen the movie. We're at the scene where (SPOILER ALERT!) Natasha Romanoff – Black Widow – dies. Tom is staring at the screen with his mouth open, his eyes unblinking. When the scene changes, Tom pauses the movie and looks at me, shocked.

"No," he says. "I refuse to accept this."

I chuckle. "Sorry, Tommy. This is the movie, I can't change it."

He keeps looking at me before shaking his head. "No, she isn't dead. They'll use the infinity stones to bring her back, right? Yes, I'm sure they will." he says mostly to himself.

"Let's just watch the movie, okay?" I suggest. Tom nods his head a little, sits back down, and clicks a button, and the movie continues.

I am snuggled up against Tom, and I move my head to place it on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat, and I'm glad to notice that it quickens a little. I'm still watching the movie, but after a while, I realize that Tom is looking at me. Before I can ask him about it, he turns his attention back to the screen.

I enjoy seeing Tom react to some scenes. The best one is when (SPOILER ALERT! AGAIN!) Steve Rogers – Captain America – is able to control Mjolnir, Thor's hammer. At that point, Tom literally stood up and yelled, "YES! WOOHOOO! HELL YEAH!" before sitting back down and keep watching the movie.

During the ending battle, my heart is racing. I've watched this movie before, but it's so well done that you get excited no matter how many times you see it. Tom has a smile stamped on his face, and he mutters encouragements when one of the Avengers lands a good hit.

"Ow. Good one."

"Damn, that must've hurt."

"Ouch."

I'm just watching, but I like that Tom is so into this movie. It's one of my favorites, and it's the first time someone has expressed so much passion for it.

As usual, when (SPOILER ALERT! Sorry, I promise this is the last one) Tony Stark aka Iron Man dies, I burst into tears. Tom tries to comfort me, but I just laugh. "Sorry, I just can't help it."

"It's okay. I would've cried too," he says. "Unfortunately, I don't want to start weeping in front of a beautiful girl."

I wipe my eyes with a tissue. "Thanks, Tommy."

We watch the movie till the end, and my eyes are still puffy from the tears. Tom turns off the TV and hugs me tightly. "That movie is amazing."

I chuckle. "I know."

"I'm so happy you showed it to me," he says. "I'm so happy I was able to watch it with you."

"Me too."

"I have to tell you something," Tom says suddenly. For a moment I think he'll tell me his secret, but it seems a little off topic. Why would he want to tell me now? Did the movie inspire him or something?

Tom turns to face me and grabs hold of both my hands. "These few weeks have probably been the best in my life," he says. "I've never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you. I love spending time with you, and I love that you're as much as a nerd than I am. You're the most special, awesome, funny, smart girl I have ever met, and I'm not going to postpone this moment any longer."

My heart is thumping loudly in my chest, but before I can say anything, he continues.

He takes a deep breath. "Emma Johnson, I started having a strange feeling in my gut every time you smiled at me. I had this feeling every time you kissed me. I had this feeling every time I even looked at you, and I can't hold it in any longer. I love you."

Without even thinking about it, I answer. "I love you too."

He smiles brightly, but it doesn't last long. He slams his lips to mine and immediately takes control of the kiss. I let him.

He leans into me, bringing me lying on the couch. He's now on top of me, kissing me. My hands are on his chest, and my hair is sprawled across the sofa. Our legs are intertwined, and I can feel something hard brush against my lower belly.

Tom then decides to leave my mouth. I'm disappointed until he attacks my neck. He sucks and licks and tickles, and it's turning me on so much that I feel the urge to wrap my legs around his waist. I do.

His mouth is now on my jaw, and many little shivers run through my body.

"Tom…" I moan out.

"Do you want me to stop?" Tom asks.

"Hell no."