Ever since I had decided I wanted Octavia, all I felt was pressure to act on my desire. Days passed since her red well had dried up and I was still afraid to make my move. My free pass to her body seemed to be confined between the time she began bleeding until the time she stopped, and even then she had to initiate contact or be in exorbitant amounts of pain before I'd touch her.

The closeness and openness we had gained was relegated to awkward movie nights where I would steal awkward glances over to her and say awkward things. It seemed in order to accomplish my goal...