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The bastard thinks this is funny…
“Before you go all ‘Assassin's Creed’ on me, can you please just listen to me?” he asks, lowering his head. His eyes track momentarily down to my lips before reconnecting with my eyes…
What the hell was that look?
“What?” I bite out as my heart races.
He takes a step closer, our breaths mingling with one another.
“Use me.”
I gulp, looking up at him as his green eyes lock on mine, filled with determination and something else that I can’t quite place.
“What?” I ask again, exiting my game in total, staring up at the man in clear bewilderment.
Has he hit his head or something?
“Use. Me,” he repeats, shoulders back.
I sigh. “Jace, look…I don’t have time for—”
He steps in closer, slamming a hand down on my desk as he sighs dramatically.
“Goddamnit, Sienna, just listen to me!” he cries out, and although he isn’t yelling, I seal my lips shut. Jace has never, and I meannever, gotten serious with me before.
“I can see it, you want to break out of your shell...You went on that date to do it, right? But then you wouldn’t have sex with him,” he says matter-of-factly, taking me aback.
How would he know that?
“I know what you need, so let me give it to you? I feel like shit for going through your list, but I want you to use me. I mean…you can trust me and I trust you. I’ve experienced all of these things before, and I’d rather you do it with someone you feel safe with rather than a stranger.” Jace takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks down at me sheepishly, red tinging his cheeks.
I’m speechless as I stare up at him.
He wants me to use him to finish my list? How did he even get the list in the first place?
Sensing my loss of words, Jace smirks knowingly.
“Marvel Rivals is the better game, by the way.” He grins, leaning down, placing a heart fluttering kiss to my forehead before leaving me with my thoughts and video games.
1. Que te folle un pez espada – fuck a swordfish (screw you) (Spanish)
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Sienna
Whenyourchildhoodcrush—who’salso your first kiss, mind you—asks you tousehim, what do you do? Because me? I’ve been up for the past two days thinking about it.
I groan as I scroll through the endless threads of Reddit users, all discussing their childhood crush, and I sigh as I come up empty…again.
On the one hand, I want to laugh in Jace’s face for playing such a prank on me. But on the other, I want to give in. I want to do as he asked and use him, but what does that make me? An asshole? A bitch? Crazy?
I feel overwhelmed…I need to write. Ever since I was a kid, writing has always helped me to feel better. I would write letters, knowing I’d never send them, and vent all of my frustrations.
“Fuck…” I mutter, my nose burning after my phone falls from my hands, smacking it.
“Don’t you have practice or something today?” Georgia asks as she walks into the living room.
I quirk a brow at her clothing choice of an off the runway Asteri couture three piece cropped pantsuit. I’d only been aware of what it was because the blonde wouldn’t stop talking about how she’d gotten her hands on it.
