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Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.

She doesn’t notice me as she puts the trash in the garbage bin, and I clear my throat, causing her to jump and spin around, her hand going in her pocket before she holds her blade out, and my cock hardens.

“Blade, you frightened me,” she gasps, holding her chest with her free hand, and I nod as I look over her.

The bags under her eyes have gotten larger, and I don’t fucking like it, and no, I don’t know why, and I’m also not going to look more into it.

This is just sex.

“You’ve ignored me all week, princess, and not once have I chased after a girl,” I remind her, and she winces, then admits, “I think we should call it a day,” as she puts the blade back in her dress pocket and I nod slowly despite the pit filling in my stomach.

I should walk away, I should tell her goodbye, and yet, I can’t fucking move.

Why does she have this hold on me?

Locking eyes with her, I push off the wall and slowly move towards her, causing her to step back, her body going into the wall and I cage her in, not once breaking eye contact.

I gently press my lips against hers, once, twice, three times, lingering for a moment before leaning back just a little and I rasp, “You sure you want to call it quits?”

Her breathing picks up as her eyes race between mine, and seconds later, she grips my cut and tugs me down to her as she presses up on her tiptoes and our lips connect again, and this time, I melt into her as her mouth opens and our tongues tangle.

Fuck…

I don’t think about where we are or about how anyone could walk around the alley and see us. Instead, I allow my dick to drive me as I grab her thighs and lift her, needing her heat after a week without her.

Luna moans against my mouth as she wraps her legs around my hips, and I push her up against the wall while I quickly unzip my jeans and pull my hard cock out before I grip her wet panties and move them to the side.

Without thinking of the repercussions, I place the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly push inside her, her walls gripping me tight while she laces her fingers into my loose hair, gripping it tightly and I moan and begin to thrust lightly inside her, allowing her to get used to me.

She tightens her legs around my waist and begins to thrust towards me, giving me the go-ahead, and I groan, pushing harder, our kiss deepening, and I try to ignore the little voice in my head, knowing it’s just irrational.

You’re going to fall for her and never let her go….

I should have listened to the voice.

Chapter 12

Luna

I chew my bottom lip as I look down at my outfit for the fifth time, eyeing the light blue sundress and I scrunch my nose up.

“Do I look too cute, maybe?” I ask myself with a frown.

Four days, that is how long it has been since Blade showed up at the diner, four days since he tore away the horror of what has happened in that alleyway more times than I can count, giving me something he doesn’t even realize – safety and comfort – something I shouldn’t take from him when we both know this isn’t a long term thing.

Even if relationships were his thing, my past and my trauma would tear us apart one way or another, and he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

I gently run my hand over my dress causing my hair to fall to one side. I should put my hair up.

Seeing him standing there, in a place where most of my trauma has taken place since I moved out of the club, I felt sick to my stomach, but not because of him, no, because of what that alley represents. I didn’t want to dirty him, I didn’t want my horror to touch him, but the moment his lips touched mine, everything faded. The past, my trauma, everything…gone. All I saw was him, all I felt was him, he centered me.

I’m falling for him.

I realized over the week that I ignored him. He was all I could think of, and I missed him. I know I shouldn’t have allowed him to take me against the wall. I should have walked away, but I just couldn’t. My heart raced seeing him, my body hummed, and all I wanted to do was fall into him and beg him to hold me and never let me go.

The man I wanted to use to throw what we were doing in Brock’s face as I stabbed him is now the man that I’m falling for.

I sigh and eye my bare legs instead of my hair, knowing I can’t put it up.