Feeling his sheathed cock pulse and prod against my pussy, my breath hitched and we groaned in unison when he pushed deep inside of me.

My mind had zero experience with what was happening and yet, at the same time, my body seemed to know exactly what to do. Either way, Daryl certainly wasn't complaining as he pounded me deeper into his mattress, fucking me hard and rough, looking at me like I was the only person in his world, looking at me like I was beautiful.

Our lips collided then, right along with our bodies, flesh bruising flesh in the most primal of ways, hearts forging and bodies aching to be joined.

Rough, raw, and desperate for more, our hungered mouths collided in insatiable unison as our hips ground hard in the unmistakable rhythm of raw, animalistic fucking.

This was it.

This was human connection.

Dirty and twisted as it seemed, I felt so connected to him in this moment, so deeply entwined in all he was and all he would ever be.

Our pasts were merged, our futures entangled.

I didn’t want to lose this boy from my life.

Never again.

33 Daryl

When I woke the following morning, it was to the sound of an obnoxiously loud alarm going off in my ears and the feel of a naked female draped on top of me.

"D," Molly groaned, slapping at my shoulder as she burrowed her face deeper into the crook of my neck. "Make it stop."

"I ain't going," I mumbled, reaching an arm out of bed to grab my clothes from last night off the floor. "Fuck Coach."

"You have practice?" Molly's voice was raspy and thick from sleep. "The morning after homecoming? What kind of a sadist monster is your coach?"

"The worst goddamn kind, baby," I grumbled, sifting through the pockets of my wrinkled suit pants until I found my phone. "Ah, for Christ's sake," I growled when I glanced at the screen and realized that it wasn't my alarm going off. I had an incoming call. "It's Rourke," I announced, frowning at the screen. "The hell?"

"Ignore him," Molly coaxed sleepily, nuzzling my throat with her lips, and causing my already hard dick to turn to fucking steel. "Leave the world outside for a little longer."

No goddamn problem.

Dismissing his call, I tossed my phone on the nightstand and gave the naked girl in my bed my undivided attention. "Morning, Molls." Pulling her close, I pressed a kiss to her swollen lips.

"Morning, boyfriend."

Two words that I had never expected to hear directed at me, but there they were.

And from Molly's lips, no less.

Jesus Christ, last night felt like a dream, but here she was, naked and draped around me in the flesh.

"Wait – was that weird?" she asked, looking a little apprehensive with those big brown eyes of hers. "Calling you my boyfriend?"

"Only if you didn’t mean it –" I paused to lean in and kiss her, "girlfriend."