It was odd, knowing that what she thought she wanted was the right thing to want. At least with Seth, right then, it was okay to ask to be without emotions.
Fiona knew that she should go home, that she should drag on her ‘fat pajamas’ and just… pretend that she could sleep like a normal person. But more than anything, Fiona wanted to be with someone who had no hidden use for her, no auxiliary motive. And right then, Seth very much seemed like that person. The fact that she’d just chucked aphrodisiac laced chocolates in her mouth didn’t help much, not as hormones rushed in her veins and she finally nodded, following Seth into the building and feeling her shoulders tense a bit. She’d never been around a teacher like this, never in their own home. Her mother certainly didn’t count, and she was pretty sure that everyone she knew would have a heart attack if they had any idea of what was going on.
Waiting to be let into the apartment, Fiona undid her jacket and showed off her long red blouse she’d tied with a belt over the middle. It had been her weak attempt at looking festive for the night, but it clearly it had fallen short. And what was more; Fiona was suddenly self conscious that she had a watch around her wrist had Mickey Mouse on it. That she was only 20 and had never been in a man’s home before, not with some gal pals involved. Because Uncle Ethan’s place so didn’t count, he was basically a honorary girl anyways.
“You have a nice place,” Fiona said, shifting from foot to foot as the snow in her hair began to melt a bit.