Make Me Better

My breathing was ragged as I moved my hair out my face. It was peacefully quiet as I looked up at the white ceiling. Frank's breathing was much calmer than my own. Possibly because I was still really nervous and a whole lot embarrassed. Thinking about it just made me even more embarrassed. I let my hands cover my face as I tried my hardest to calm down my rapidly beating heart.

"Olive, are you ok?" His hands were touching my own, trying to pry them away from my face. I dropped my hands and glanced over at him. His hair was even messier than before.
"I'm fine." I managed to squeak out. He raised and eyebrow and I looked away from him quickly.

"Hey," He said, "look at me, Oli." I felt my cheeks warm up as I turned my head to look at him. his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes met mine and I glanced at his bare chest,

"What's wrong?" He reached his hand out to touch the side of my face. I shook my head.

"Nothing."

"Tell me the truth," He began to caress my face, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
I shook my head once more, "No. I mean not really, but its supposed to feel uncomfortable the first time, right?"

He grasped my face in his big hands, "Are you sure you're ok? " I could see the worry forming on his face. I kissed him softly for reassurance, I smiled at him as I pulled away.

"I'm fine, just a bit embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Hello! You just saw me naked! Ugh." I looked away from him once again. I could hear him chuckling softly.

"So? You saw me naked too." He paused, his hand lacing with my own, " You're so beautiful, there isn't anything to be embarrassed about, Oli." Of course that made me blush. I shook my head and laughed slightly,

"You're such a sweet talker, Iero."

"I'm only telling the truth, babe."

"Well, in that case. Thanks." I smiled over at him. I looked out his window , the sun was starting to set.

"I should get going." I said.

"I'll drive you."

"You don't have to." I insisted.

"Don't argue with me." He glared playfully, running his hands through my hair. I nodded slightly and turned away from him, sitting up slowly. I stood on wobbly legs and groaned instantly.

"What?"

"I feel...Um. Sore." I mumbled quickly.

"Sorry."

I looked around on the floor, looking for my clothes. I reached under Frank's bed to retrieve my underwear. I got dressed quickly and met Frank by the doorway. He had a sloppy grin plastered on his face. He looked at me for what seemed like forever,

"What are you looking at? Is my hair messed up?" I asked, becoming self conscious.

"Your hair is a bit messy but I just staring at you." I combed my fingers through my hair, I looked up at Frank, a questioning look on my face.

"Ok." I said, confused.

"I just feel different, you know."
I searched his face for some sign of playfulness. "Different how? Good or bad?" I asked quickly, hoping that he wouldn't say bad.

"Good, of course."

"Why do you feel different?" He grabbed my hand and we made our way outside.

"I dunno, I feel like our relationship is stronger now because you trusted me enough to um... you know."

"I've always trusted you." I said quietly.

"I know but things feel different now, not in a bad way. Like, our relationship is progressing."
I guess he was right, what we just did was a big step, not just for me but for the both of us.

"I think you're love drunk, Frank." I chuckled. He looked down at me and grinned,

"You know it."