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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - cabana by the pool<br/>Wearing: [see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Hayley listened to Sterling’s words, and her brows knit together in confusion. She opened her mouth to say something but he already stood and remarked on the party that broke out inside the house. Eventually, she would stand too, but she did not move like he hoped she would. Her face still held the concern it had the moment he opened his mouth. “Sterling, I’m not entirely sure what you think I am or what I was trying to say. What “strategy” were you thinking I was suggesting?” She would take a step closer to him, but leaving the space he seemed to need all of a sudden. “I meant my words as they were. I meant nothing duplicitous behind them. Admittedly, maybe I might be trying to protect my heart in saying what I had. On the very real chance we aren’t a perfect match. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time I fell for somebody too hard and too quickly, and they turned out to not be for me at all, but that their perfect half was somebody else.” She pursed her lips and looked to the side, thinking about her most recent fallout with a guy who wasn’t as into the relationship as she wanted it to be. “But I do truly you hope you find happiness with somebody. I really do hope that somebody is me…but I can understand if it doesn’t end up that way. After all, we’ve only known each other for a few hours, so who can really say<i>anything</i>with certainty?” She let out a soft chuckle with a shrug, but suddenly felt the tightest knot in her stomach build. How did she mess up so royally so quickly? Everything was going so well! Should she have just kissed him? Claimed him regardless of the other women? Is that what he wanted? Somebody with more confidence in themself and willingness to just take that step forward and do what they want, consequences be damned?<br/><br/>She could try….but somehow she felt like maybe it was too late for her to try now…was it? Hayley hesitated, but dared to take just a small step closer, a questioning look upon her face. “I do like you Sterling. I mean, you were the quickest to catch my eye, and you’re still so blasted perfect even after talking to you.” Another embarrassed chuckle, but letting it all out, wanting nothing to be misunderstood. Her fingers started to wring around themselves in front of her body in her nervousness. “I just….” Again she couldn’t figure out the right words to say next. You would think an actor would be good at conveying their feelings a bit better than this, but she was at a loss. Finally, with a frustrated groan, she just muttered, “oh fuck it,” and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him towards her while leaning into him, pressing her lips square on his, no hesitation, no holding back. Her heart was flipping like crazy in her chest, and all she could hope was that she didn’t come off as desperate as she feared that kiss might seem, but she would hold herself there for as long (or as little) as he allowed her to.