After their epic shower, which from the clock had lasted nearly an hour, they quickly got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. If either Steve or Amy had known what the other was thinking while they were getting dressed, their breakfast would have been further delayed.
As it was, they were the last two downstairs. Neither noticed the weird looks everyone gave them, and each other, when they did finally show up. Kurt was making French toast for everyone, so Steve and Amy quickly dug in, each surprised at how hungry they were.
"So how'd you guys sleep?" Kurt asked, putting yet another piece of toast on Steve's plate.
"Probably a lot more than you two," piped in Jake, getting a laugh from everyone. "You and Lindsay could've woken the dead last night."
"Yes, Jake, we get it. I promise you though, next time we'll try to be extra loud, just for you," Kurt said, whapping Jake on the head with the spatula. "But seriously, you guys slept alright? It wasn't too cold or anything?"
"No, no everything was great," Steve said, trying not to think about how great it really had been.
The rest of breakfast was spent trying to decide what to do for the day. The cabin was pretty isolated, and with a lot of empty land around there were pretty much no limitations on what they could do. The guys talked about maybe fishing while the girls were leaning towards going into town.
Neither Amy nor Steve was excited about splitting up right away, but their representative groups had decided for them. An hour or so after breakfast, the two parties started getting ready for their respective endeavors.
Amy followed Steve back up to the room to get her purse while he changed into some clothes for fishing. It was fall, so the outside was cool but not yet cold. Amy sat on the bed while Steve dug through his bag for a sweatshirt.
She thought back over the past 12 hours and everything that had happened. She'd never felt like this for a guy before, and all of her worst fears about being with Steve had completely disappeared. The only thing she was sure of now was how happy he made her, with or without clothes on.
"Alright, you girls stay out of trouble," Steve said, standing up straight.
"And you guys don't get yourselves killed out there," Amy said, moving to stand directly in front of him. "Do any of you actually, you know, fish?"
"What's to know? Bate the hook, cast the rod, sit back and wait. It was good enough to land you wasn't it?" Steve smiled broadly down at Amy, thinking it would've been too cheesy to tell her she was the catch of his life.
"Maybe if you hadn't been so bashful with that rod casting you wouldn't have had to wait so long," Amy teased before leaning up for a kiss.
Their lips met softly, Steve's arms encircling Amy's waist and pulling her closer. He immediately felt blood begin to flow towards his groin, making him ache with the knowledge it would have to wait.
Amy would have kissed him for as long as possible, but he finally pushed her away, gently. She just stared up at him, still a little surprised he could make her feel this good. She hoped she had the same affect on him, but her question was quickly answered when she saw the same look on his face that must've been on hers.
"Alright, we gotta go," Steve finally said, the disappointment obvious.
They both walked back downstairs, unsure if they should hold hands or anything, or if this was going to be a secret. Without knowing, they both cursed themselves for not at least trying to find out if it was to be a secret or not. Steve and Amy split up for the day hoping it wouldn't come up.
At least for Steve, that hope would hold out for at least one more day.
Amy on the other hand, barely had the car door shut when the other girls started trying to find out if something was going on. At first, during the drive in to town, Lindsay and Stacy were at least subtle about it, asking sideways questions that Amy easily sidestepped.
It wasn't until they left the grocery store the two other girls just came out with their suspicions. All three had been close, especially since college. They told each other everything, and had on a couple of occasions, shared everything. So there was no one that Amy trusted more, except maybe Steve. So she knew she had to tell them, even though they would give her crap about it.
"Alright, if I just tell you what happened, will you two just drop it?" Amy asked, trying to sound annoyed but knowing too much excitement had crept through.
"So something did happen!" Lindsay and Stacy yelled, almost simultaneously.
"Yes, something did happen last night," Amy started.
"As soon as you walked downstairs, we knew it," Stacy said.
"Well, we were getting ready for bed, and Steve went to brush his teeth while I changed. When he came out, I thought maybe he was hard, but I wasn't sure, I didn't get a good look."
"Apparently you just needed to wait," Lindsay teased. They certainly weren't going to make this easy.
"Shut up. Anyway, I think maybe he saw me changing. So when I brushed my teeth, I started thinking about him. And not like, anything close to what I thought about before. For some reason, I wondered how big he really was." Amy's voice lowered conspiratorially, as if the three of them were back in junior high.
"I mean, from his ex's and stuff I figured he was at least not small. And when I thought about that, I started wondering what it would be like to actually sleep with him. And now how it might affect our friendship kind of stuff either. Before I even got into bed, I was wondering what he'd feel like, if he was good or not."
