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tray half-filled and her stomach not sure what it wanted.
yn
him, head tilted back, dark eyes watching people like they were all just background nois
oked good.
id Ava like him? Or was Zayne just a walking red flag dipped in
till star
beau
front of her. Her breath caught
naged, almos
. "Go get your food. You look like
yes widen
a warm whisper against her
down her spine, and her knees sligh
yne said
rd them, jaw tight. She didn't r
ing-and walked away like he had
?" Ava asked, he
g," Ele
th forced cheer. "And before you start being
yne whispered were still echoing in her h
ly knew anyone besides Ava, who had already disappeared into a swa
r phone
ld've worn som
looked around. Couldn't
other m
nd room ups
shou
lly sho
t were alre
ic and drunken laughter. To
open
d that looked too soft. Candles flickering like they'd been wait
known sh
doing here?
You should be ask
rward. "Why did you say tha
sto
owly. Each step like
onest you'd be with yo
by the waist, pulled her close, one ha
ened. Her pu
ay
it," he
"I want to go back downstairs. I'm n
iled faintly. "I'm not tr
at are y
ething." He slowly unzipped her jeans. Not
idn't s
n't ki
deliberately-tracing soft circles against her sk
flutter
s his fingers found her, gentle and expl
o know what my fi
nd screamed no, b
ust gently-rubbi
ga
ifting slightly, hips pushing forward. M
he asked, voice t
e breathed, b
't push
teasing patterns that made he
this," he
ispered back, v
y i
ha
want this
look away from him. "I want thi
alone-but with control, curiosi
ng to hurt y
kno
ed to remember what it's li
ive-they were invasive, emoti
ed the pressure, his fingers dancing across her sensitive skin. She felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her body archin
e st
sion. "Why did you s
e said coolly. "You hav
side her cra
s all for now. Shut
tood
tone wasn't angry
eart stung with humiliation and want. She walked out. Didn't
't look
t answer
st wen
ed and cried. Hard. The tears weren
the sheer mad
made her body listen more than her mind. How he kne
hone
uzzed
idn't
ot Zayne.
r her blanket, holdi
ngers stil
is touch refused