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You ever have one of those moments that make you think, "How did my life get to this point?"

Usually, you end up thinking that when you're in a bad situation. Or when you're on top of the world. Me? I guess you could say I was sky high.

My name's Bailey Rosworth. I'm a badger, being 6'5" and 235 lbs. of lean, mean female muscle. And I was thinking that phrase just now. For the past month, I've been avoiding my best friend since childhood, Chris Hayabusa. He's a wolf with a good heart, steady head on his shoulders, powers he never knew he had, and a spirit that never quits. What happened prior to today would be a huge checklist of things to go over. Long story short, Chris had to rest up and heal from injuries he suffered from a fight he was caught up in with the princess of our country. One where I couldn't back him up. A fight that had global implications. No big deal.

What happened afterwards goes like this. Chris was now a local hero because of his selflessness. He had also been stuck at home for the past month. I was busy with a lot of work and public relations I had to do for my pro wrestling career, since I was on hiatus at the time. I constantly told Chris that I'd spend time with him when something would come up. Chris didn't mind my absence, he had our other friends and his family drop by to take care of him. After work, I went straight back to my apartment, but I still rung him up to make sure he was fine.

Truth was, I couldn't talk to Chris face to face. I was scared. I felt like a coward the more I thought about him. He skipped his senior prom to watch me have my first wrestling match. He's always asked for my help first whenever he felt too afraid to ask someone else. He's been my best friend. He almost died. And I couldn't do anything to help him.

The thought of waking up one day and finding out he died because of his injuries haunted me in my sleep. I didn't want to keep avoiding him and keep the nightmares going. It was at that point I decided on something. I wasn't going to leave our relationship to a "what if" scenario. That's what tore me up the most about Chris going off and risking his life. I wanted to be there to protect him but I couldn't.

I'm happy about my life, my family, and my friends. However, if Chris was serious about dating me, then I would want to explore that because I'm not the kind of person to not take a chance. I wanted to say that I was able to be there for him when he needed me most.

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I think what held me back was the fear that once we did start dating, there'd be no spark between us. Or that something would be missing that I couldn't fulfill. It's no secret that I'm not exactly the feminine type. Being the only daughter growing up with two older brothers and a younger brother, including being bigger than most girls, it tends to limit your playdate options. I don't have to deal with paparazzi like other celebrities in the entertainment world so that wouldn't be a problem. It all would've fallen on me.

I thought it over for a while and I was completely sure that pursuing a romance with Chris was what I wanted to do. One of our friends could say we already were a couple in some way but I wanted to tell Chris that I did love him, as more than a friend.

So, when I showed up to Chris's apartment, I was already feeling nervous. It was the first time I really got to see him in a while. His door was already unlocked but I knocked so he could call me in. I walked in, surprised to see a huge stack of letters and packages all over the living room. They looked like they were fan-mail and presents for Chris, since he ended up making front page news all over the place. Chris was passing the time watching TV. He was dressed lightly in a tank top and sweatpants, laying down on his sofa, looking rather glum. He turned his head when I approached him and gave me a small smile. I saw his right cheek was bandaged up with his right arm in a cast. I also noticed some of his muscle mass had decreased, likely due to being so inactive over the past few weeks.

We exchanged a "Hello" and made small talk. I asked him how he was and he said he was doing better than before. Though that didn't say much. Just the vibe I was getting from Chris told me he wasn't doing too hot himself. He could tell that something was up by the way I was just standing there, avoiding eye contact.

"Bailey? Are you okay?" Chris asked. His voice was weaker thanks to staying quiet for days, no doubt.

I sat down on the couch right beside him. My body was hunched over, with my hands on my knees, staring down at the floor.

I was too good at being tough. So it felt like a godsend to cry. It wasn't a gross, spluttering dry-heave cry, thank heavens. I wouldn't have been able to tell him. I poured my heart out to him, finishing with "I want to be more than friends."

All this while hiding my face so he couldn't see the tears that welled up in my eyes. The air was thick in the quiet that followed my words. I was worried that I poured too much on Chris too soon. But I was relieved to hear Chris start talking.

_ "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making you worry. And I'm sorry that I couldn't say something sooner. I love you too, Bailey. I wouldn't want to live in a world without you either." Chris pushed himself to sit up and winced. "I've always liked you, to be honest. Even as kids. Each time I saw you train and fight, I couldn't stop watching. The way you compose yourself, throw your punches and kicks, it felt like I was watching a warrior."_

I managed to laugh and patted his cast.

He continued. "I've always liked you because you're strong. Physically and mentally. You make me feel safe. And I'm glad I had you to give me a swift kick in the butt in the right direction when I was shaky. You're the toughest person I know and I love you for it."

"And you like my muscles and my butt," I said.

Chris chuckled and nodded. His smile had more energy behind it than before. "I feel the same way though. I want to be more than friends too. So..." Chris paused, only to joke, "Wouldn't this be the part where we finally exchange our first kiss?"

That's when my heart started racing. Either my body acted on its own or something in me wanted to make up for lost time. I stood up from the couch and easily picked him up into my arms, much to his surprise.

"B-Bailey! Wh-Where are you taking me?" He yelped.

Without another word, I took Chris into his bedroom. If I responded, I would have hesitated. I laid him down gently on his bed and I joined him. I found myself hovering above his body and my body heated up from the rush of going through with this. Chris looked up towards me, eyes wide. He looked cute like that. That was when I suggested something that was going too forward too fast. But I didn't care. In fact, it made me feel great to say it.

"Let's get naked and cuddle," I declared. A mischievous grin appeared on my face that Chris was familiar with. Chris was definitely taken off-guard to the point that he couldn't find any words.

_ "I know it sounds extreme but I'm serious. I am going to be more open about my feelings and this is what I want to do with you. If you're fine with this, then I'll make sure you're as comfortable as can be. If not, then I'll just cuddle with you all the same. All day." My grin changed into a gentle smile, while I awaited his answer._

_ Chris didn't think for long. "Just stay here with me forever, Bailey. Whatever we want to do, we'll do. And I want to feel nothing getting in our way."_

It felt weird to giggle at that moment but I nodded. So it was actually going to happen.

I figured Chris was going to let me help him out of his clothes since he had his cast on. I won't lie. I did hesitate, after seeing those blue eyes light up with how much they trusted me. I gently moved Chris's tank top off of his body, making sure not to compromise his arm.

The sense of nervousness creeping up and down my spine continued when I started staring at Chris's sweatpants. This was my first intimate situation and I was fighting off the nerves. I looked back at Chris and he continued watching me with that soft expression of his. It then crossed my mind that Chris might have been thinking of a moment like this for a long time. He was probably more nervous than I am, letting somebody else undress him.

Mustering up the courage usually reserved for any high jumps I took in the wrestling ring, I grasped the waistband of his pants. I then dug my fingers into his underwear and pulled those off with his pants.

My heart pounded when I removed them from his ankles, tossing them aside, and looked at his nude form. Like I figured out from earlier, Chris's body had been affected by his lack of physical activity. But seeing him in his most vulnerable state and knowing he welcomed me being here was oddly gratifying. For the moment, though, I got off the bed. Since it was my turn to undress, I wanted to take my time so I could settle down a bit.

I stripped down like I normally did when I was alone. Shirt and bra first. Then pants and underwear after. Though it felt like it was going in slow motion with each bit of clothing I took off. I felt my body turn itself around. It was likely because of Chris's presence and I wanted him to stare. It felt good to have his eyes watch me. Admiring me.

Once I was just as naked as he was, I awkwardly stood there. I thought I knew what I was going to do next but my mind was at a blank. Then, I felt my legs moving on their own. I realized that I was getting closer to Chris's face. My eyes slowly closed shut and then I pressed my lips against his. The moment our kissing began, there was an overwhelming amount of satisfaction that washed over me. I draped part of my large body over his, arms wrapped around his torso. I didn't press my full weight on him so I wouldn't aggravate his body.

After a few moments engaged in a lip lock, I felt something vibrate against my mouth when I realized that it was Chris's moans. My heart skipped a beat. Chris was enjoying every second of this. I was too. The fact that it was really happening was something else.

I was the first to break off the kiss just enough to talk clearly.

I whispered, "I love you, Chris."

"I love you too, Bailey," I heard back.

So how did my life get to this point? I can't say for sure. But I'm glad it did.