Smilla's bedroom was a disaster. Clothes were strewn about, books were scattered haphazardly on the floor, and empty coffee cups were scattered on every available surface. Colin tiptoed around the mess, trying his best not to make a sound as he approached Smilla's bed.
He couldn't help but admire her as she slept. Her hair was spread out on the pillow like a halo, and her lips were slightly parted. Colin felt a pang of guilt as he looked at her, but he couldn't deny the feelings that had been building up inside of him for weeks.
He had always been grateful for Smilla's friendship. She was fiercely independent, strong-willed, and never afraid to speak her mind. Colin had always been drawn to her confidence and intelligence, and he couldn't help but feel something more.
Gently, he lifted Smilla's head and began to undo the buttons of her shirt. Smilla stirred in her sleep, mumbling something incoherent. Colin froze, his heart racing. But Smilla just turned over and continued sleeping.
He continued undressing her, admiring her body as he did so. Smilla was fit and toned, with curves in all the right places. Colin carefully removed her pants, making sure not to wake her up.
He took a deep breath and positioned himself between Smilla's legs. He started to thrust gently, trying to be as quiet as possible.
Suddenly, Smilla's eyes snapped open. Colin stopped moving, his heart racing. Smilla looked at him with a mix of confusion and anger.
"What the hell are you doing, Colin?" she asked, her voice hoarse from sleep.
Colin stammers, trying to come up with an excuse. Smilla rolls her eyes and pushes him away.
"You're such an idiot," she says, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice.
Colin sighs and starts to get dressed. Smilla watches him, a smirk on her face.
"Get out of here before I change my mind," she says, but Colin can see the playful insult in her eyes.
As he left the room, Colin couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and disappointment. He had always admired Smilla's strength and independence, but he had never realized just how controlling and direct she could be.
But as he stepped out into the cool night air, Colin couldn't help but smile. He knew that he had a long way to go if he wanted to win Smilla's heart, but he was up for the challenge. After all, he had always been drawn to her strength and confidence, and he wasn't about to give up now.
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