Ned wipes his hands on the back of his pants again and looks at you nervously, the two of you sitting on the edge of the bed. How did he get into this situation?

Well, it's very simple. Earlier, he'd invited his girlfriend over to his apartment, the number 43 above The Pie Hole, to spend some quality time, considering Emerson had ruined their date and Olive needed some help in the kitchen when they tried to hang out at The Pie Hole. Digby stayed with Olive, who agreed to babysit him, though she eyed you somewhat coldly, perhaps still wondering how you were able to be close to Ned while Olive couldn't. But it's not like you minded. Not when Olive could only watch you from afar

Ned's apartment was quite nice, though obviously a bit small. But it had the essentials, like a kitchen, bathroom, living room, dining room, and bedroom. The kitchen had a stove, countertops, cupboards, and a refrigerator. The living room had at least a small table, two armchairs, and a television, along with a wall clock and some pictures. The bedroom contained the bed, a closet, and, well, a few other things. Ned now felt that his apartment was too small or plain, but you had seemed enchanted when you first walked in a while back

This gave Ned the confidence to take you there many times. Although he wondered if it wouldn't be a good idea to get new armchairs for the living room, at least they were comfortable enough, like a few hours ago, when you sat down to wait for the food to be ready. Ned made you a steak and cupcakes, recipes he found in a book you sold him, insisting that he read it so that you could prepare many pie recipes but also other things like

Back to the present, Ned clears his throat, looking at you and tentatively reaching out his hand but placing it on the mattress instead "I know we've talked about this before, but I hope you'll bear with me. I don't know exactly how to begin."

Ned swallows. He's about to say something else, but suddenly he sees you unbuttoning your clothes. Not only that, but you're showing him your bare breasts. The sight, though not new, makes his pupils dilate and he blushes deeply. "D-don't take this the wrong way," Ned says, his voice cracking slightly, "they're very beautiful" he points to your breasts, without taking his gaze off your dark nipples until he shakes his head and looks you in the eyes "but I-I thought we'd talk about what would happen first. Are you trying to distract me?"