I quickly called Scarlett back, "Hey, Scarlett, what's up?"
"What do you think? It's been a while since work ended. Why haven't you come back for dinner yet? The food is getting cold." Scarlett's tone had a bit of annoyance in it.
"Sorry, Scarlett. I went for a check-up and forgot to tell you. I'm on my way back now."
"What's wrong with you?" Scarlett asked, sounding puzzled and a bit nervous, genuinely concerned.
"Nothing serious, I'll tell you when I get back."
"Okay." I hung up and hurried home. About twenty minutes later, it was already dark outside when I arrived.
"Scarlett, I'm back," I said, changing my shoes at the door.
Scarlett took dinner out of the microwave and set it on the table, giving me a glance, "Keep it down, Ryan's in the study working on a proposal. It's crucial for his promotion."
"Got it." I nodded, washed my hands in the kitchen, and then sat down to eat.
Sitting across from me, Scarlett propped her chin with one hand, the other resting on the table, her eyes scanning me up and down.
After a bit of silence, seeing I looked fine, she couldn't hold back her curiosity and concern any longer, "What's really going on? Why did you go for a check-up?"
"I'm fine, just wanted to make sure everything's okay." I twirled a forkful of spaghetti, slowly chewing.
"Come on, tell me, or you won't eat the pasta I cooked," Scarlett said, reaching out to take my plate.
"That night with Sophia, she was really eager and kept asking for it. I came multiple times. I was worried that might affect my performance later, so I went for a check-up."
Scarlett's expression turned a bit awkward, her cheeks reddening. She glanced at me and asked, "So, how were the test results?"
"All good. I have to go for a follow-up check-up later."
"Okay, but did you really just want to get a check-up for that reason?"
"Yeah, I mean, gotta keep my dick ready to fuck your tight pussy later. Can't let anything go wrong with it."
"Shut up! I know you're fine, but you don't have to be so explicit!" Scarlett rolled her eyes at me.
I didn't say anything more, just quietly ate my spaghetti.
It was getting late, and I still had to go to Mia's place later.
But I also needed to discuss moving out with Scarlett and Ryan. They probably wouldn't agree right away, so I had to find the right time to bring it up.
Scarlett stayed seated across from me, waiting for me to finish dinner. When she saw my plate was empty, she asked, "Are you full? Want some more?"
"No, I want to take a shower. Can you cut some fruit and bring it to my room later?"
Scarlett seemed to catch my suggestive tone, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and decided to play along.
"Sure, I bought some fruit today. What do you want?"
"Watermelon and apple."
"Okay, go take your shower first."
Scarlett nodded, took my plate, and headed to the kitchen.
I got up, pushed the chair back, and walked upstairs. As I passed by Scarlett, I reached out and pinched her butt.
Scarlett's breath caught for a moment, then she quickly returned to normal. She didn't say anything but gave me a stern look.
In my room, I grabbed some underwear and a robe from the closet, then picked up my towel from the balcony. I went into the bathroom, placed my clothes and towel on a rack, and stepped into the shower.
I left the bathroom door slightly ajar. If someone came in, they could hear the water running and maybe catch a glimpse of me through the gap.
I didn't mind because there were no outsiders in the house. Ryan and I used to share showers to save on water bills back at the orphanage. We stopped caring about that a long time ago.
If Scarlett happened to see me showering, it wouldn't matter either. We had seen each other naked before, just hadn't taken that next step.
But Scarlett was taking longer to cut the fruit than I expected. I had finished showering and drying my hair, but she hadn't brought the fruit yet. So, I decided to blow-dry my hair while waiting.
I took out a black hairdryer from the cabinet, returned to the bathroom, plugged it in, turned it on, and started blow-drying my hair. I used my other hand to comb through my hair as I dried it.
Suddenly, a pair of soft, delicate hands appeared on my head. Scarlett took the hairdryer from my hand, used one hand to comb through my hair, and helped me blow-dry.
I turned around to see Scarlett.
"Why are you here?" I asked, puzzled, raising my voice unintentionally due to the noise.
"I brought the fruit after cutting it. You eat first, I'll help you with your hair." Scarlett's gaze shifted down to the countertop, and I noticed she had brought all the fruit into the bathroom.
I didn't refuse, picked up a fork from the plate, speared a piece of watermelon, and took a bite. It was very sweet, the juice spreading in my mouth, just like my current mood.
I have quite thick hair for a guy, so blow-drying took a while. After ten minutes of drying and still not done, I picked up a piece of watermelon and fed it to Scarlett.
She didn't refuse, took a gentle bite, left most of the watermelon. She was focused on blow-drying my hair and didn't notice the fruit. It would be a waste to throw it away, so I ate the remaining piece.
To my surprise, Scarlett noticed right away when I ate the piece of watermelon she had taken a bite of.
"I've already eaten that watermelon," she reminded me.
I didn't care at all, "So what? We've already kissed."