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I don’t stop when I drip down her thigh, I don’t stop when her grip around my body loosens. I give her my all, again and again. She makes it easy.

She makes me come alive.

We don’t stop until we’re both collapsed on my bedroom floor, in a heap of gasps and sweat, the world spinning around us.

Silence takes over the room, my heart pounding. Her soft skin on mine. My arm moves for her before she rises.

“I’m going to clean up,” she says, moving towards the bathroom.

Looking down at my skin, marks of her remain everywhere. Red scratches on my abs. Deep bite marks on my thigh.

Fuck.

Closing my eyes, I let my head fall against the floor.

Fuck.

I’ve had my share of girls on campus. Hell, since high school, getting girls has always been easy. But every time Hannah and I collide, it gets more and more explosive. She makes me lose myself in a way I’ve never felt before.

What the fuck do I do with that?

Something shifted that night on the island. Something I’ve tried to ignore. I ignored it again at the precinct as much as I could. I ignored it the entire time I cleaned up my sister’s mess.

We need to end this war. We need to end it now.

“You make it so easy,” Hannah says, her voice closer.

“Oh, yeah?” My voice comes out tired. A croak, like she really did take all my power. “‘Cause you make me really hard.”

Click!

That familiar sound makes me open my eyes.

When I do, a phone hangs in front of my face.

My phone.

In Hannah’s hands.

I reach for it as she pulls it away. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?"

“Getting what I came for.” She smirks, her trench coat wrapped tight around her. Her cheeks still flushed, her hair still a mess, she looks at me with as much power as I drove into her.

Pushing to my feet is hard, my body exhausted from her. “Hannah, don't be stupid.”

She rushes to the window as I storm towards her.

“Come any closer and I'll let this go.” Dangling one leg out the window, she holds my phone above the ground.

“You fucking used me?” All the tension I released comes rolling back.

“Give me one good reason why I wouldn’t?”

“Hannah, get back inside so we can talk.”

“I’m waiting for a reason.” She stares into my eyes, a softness in her glare, like what I say next really matters.

“You don’t want to fuck with me like this, Alfonso,” I respond, begging her not to fuck me over. Not to fuck us over.