He spun around, abruptly causing her to bump right into him. He gripped her shoulders. “Stop. Stop asking for something that will destroy you. I’m not the man you think I am. I’m the one you should run from, not toward. Just leave it alone,” he said, as he shook her slightly.

His words stunned her to silence and she could see behind his intense stare that he believed what he was saying. He was warning her. She could read between the lines, but she had always been a stubborn girl. She would have to learn the lesson the hard way.

She stood on her tip-toes and placed her hand on the side of his face, the imperfect side, touching him so tenderly that it felt like she was touching his soul.

“I’ve lost a lot this year Ethic, but out of nowhere you came along and made things easier. I don’t know what this is, but when I’m with you I feel like I can fly. I want to fly, Ethic,” she whispered, as she inched closer and closer to his lips. His body was rigid, and she felt him tensing, as she kissed his lips without permission. She became the third woman he ever put his lips on in that moment. He resisted at first, but she was so hungry for him that she bit his bottom lip, aggressively, forcing him to let her in. Their kiss was like the first fireworks on the 4th of July, it ignited her body and she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her into his growing lust. It was like he was fighting with himself, as he pushed her away, only for the need of her to cause him to pull her back again and again.

He tasted like honey and she wanted to overindulge. He was so hard that she could feel him bulging against the seam of the grey sweatpants. God, thank you for grey sweatpants, she thought. It felt like the temperature had been turned up to 100 degrees, as he scooped her up under her bottom and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He lifted all 160 pounds of her, as if she was light as a feather. Holding her up by her ass, he kissed her, as the feel of his sex on her sex drove her wild. She just wanted the fabric that separated them to disappear. “Fuck me. Not slow, not nice, not gentle. Fuck me hard, Ethic. I want to feel every inch of you. I’ve been empty for so long. Fill me up,” she whispered, looking him directly in the eyes, as she reached down and grabbed his length.

“Oh shit,” he groaned. Whatever will he had left went out the window, as she rubbed him.