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My eyes go back to the TV, and I run a hand over the side of my face. I need to shave. I stand up and walk over to grab my smokes, feeling her eyes on me as I go to the sliding glass door and open it a tad. Freezing wind swirls in. I light my smoke, putting my hand in my gray jogging pants and then looking back at her after I exhale. The room is too small for the chemistry we have. She can fight it all she wants, but I know she feels it, too. I catch her eyes on me, and I smile on the inside.

Look all you want, girl. I’m yours.

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Bexley

Goddamn me and my hormones. Why does he have to look like that? I’m mad at him. I want to stay mad at him, but he’s a walking sex show. In gray sweats that hang off his hips in the perfect way and a black T-shirt that does something to his dark eyes.

I’m trying so hard to fight this, but I’m spending the night for the first time. I’ll be with him all night, and it’s only eleven o’clock. Does he know how good he looks? His eyes go to me as I sit on the couch trying to ignore him, and I see a small smirk on his lips.

Yep, he knows.

His smoke goes to his mouth, and he exhales out the door, giving me a moment to look at his neck, his Adam’s apple. His arm flexes from in his pocket, and I look back at the TV before he can catch me.

Ugh, I’m very frustrated. I forgive him so easily and I make myself sick. Paul and Samuel must think I’m an idiot. He’s turned me into a liar. My uncle thinks I’m spending the night with a friend, which I never do, but he’s so wrapped up in Trinity, he probably isn’t thinking clearly. I know they need alone time, too, so I’m sure they’re glad I’m gone for the night.

I need some water. I stand up and walk to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle from the fridge, I twist the top open and cool my dry throat. I hear the door slide back shut, and he walks to the back.

Thank God. It gives me a moment to get my shit together. I look to the floor. I know I said I’d give him one more chance and I am, but I’m so scared he’s going to mess up again, giving me no choice but to end this. I can’t be that girl who keeps forgiving. I won’t be someone people feel sorry for.

I will end this if I have to. It’ll kill me, but I will do it. He can’t fuck up again. He just can’t. I take another sip of my drink as he walks back in. He walks toward me, and I step out of the way so he can get to the fridge. Oh my God, he smells good. He must have gone and sprayed cologne on so he wouldn’t smell like smoke.

I lean back against the counter as he closes the door. I watch as he drinks from the bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after. He gets these wrinkles on his forehead for no apparent reason. I feel like he has the world on his shoulders, and he’s only eighteen. I have no idea what his life is like—only what he tells me, and it’s not much. Not like when we were younger.

But that’s for the best, I’m sure.

I can only imagine what he’s done. The things he’s done. Danny is a bad boy through and through, and it’s not just show, and I’m messed up because it turns me on. But it’s all fun and games until it starts to affect my life. I’m afraid one day it will. I’m afraid of a lot of things when it comes to this boy.

Mostly, I’m terrified he’s going to drag me through hell and I won’t put up a fight. Love is strange, it’s unyielding, and causes you to make stupid choices. As long as the other person is with you, it doesn’t matter that you’re burning, because being without them is worse. And it’s borderline pathetic how tough a game I talk when he’s not right in front of me.

I will end this.

Yeah, right.

I’m done pretending I don’t want him. We’re in his house for a whole night, and we’re not going to have sex? That’s ridiculous. I put down my bottle as he watches me. Chemistry was made for us, and lust was built on everything we are together.

Danny is and always has been the guy I want. I knew the day I caught him running from a burning house. He was the cutest thing I’d ever laid eyes on.

He had this look on his face that spoke volumes about who he was. He wasn’t scared that he’d get caught. He was one hundred percent sure he wouldn’t.

And even then I knew I had to know this boy. Danny is fire, mesmerizing and beautiful in all its colors, but he’s dangerous, for he can destroy everything you are in a matter of moments. He’s the fallen angel everyone is afraid of, yet how much fun is it when you listen to the man who rules the underworld?

No one ever broke the rules and said to themselves,I didn’t even have a good time. Eyes like the darkness he loves watch me curiously. They dip down my cotton nightgown that I slid on just so I could see that expression. I grow wet from that look alone.

His hair is a ruffled mess from running his hand through it, and I wonder what he’s thinking with a frown like that.

“Are we going to make up? Or are you just going to keep staring at me?” he asks.

“You just can’t stand me being mad at you, can you, baby?” I say in a mocking tone.

He lifts a brow in surprise. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting me to say that.

“How about you stop doing stupid shit for me to be mad at?”

“How about I fuck you instead?” he says, and in one stride he’s in front of me, grabbing my hips and kissing me with fresh minty lips. He brushed his teeth, too. His smell takes over my senses. His hands feel like the devil’s touch and I want our clothes off.

Need swims through my veins like blood. My hands shake; my fingertips tingle. He reaches for the backs of my thighs, setting me on the countertop and spreading my legs with his body. The gown slips up to my upper thigh and he grips my skin like I’m going to run.

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