He gasped a bit when she moved, his head falling back onto the couch. “God, whichever you’re gonna do, just do it.” He didn’t want to decide in that moment. Moral or not, he’d do whatever she wanted him to do. And, right then, his do was poking against her ass, thanks to her shifting.
“Listen, Zo. You’re fucking hot as hell. If you want me, I’ll gladly accept. Just make sure it’s what you really want.” He was silently cursing himself for having a shred of morality left in him. While he left her to think, his lips found and trailed along her neck to her ear, each movement topped off with a tiny kiss.
It tingled where his lips touched her, and her eyes closed again as would-be claws dug into his shoulder. Zoey was so reluctant to move but she could feel him beneath her, and she wasn’t going to disrespect him by disobeying his rule about having sex while he was on drugs. Personal rules, she respected, and it was with that that she decided to spare him from further torture and removed herself from his lap.
“We don’t have to do that,” she said softly with a shake of her head as she arranged herself beside him. A hand reached out, trailing the tips of her fingers up the back of his hand and up his arm sending tingles shooting through her fingers and shivers down her spine. A while back, she had convinced herself that this kind of life wasn’t for her, and that she wasn’t supposed to touch people or let them in. Zoey Wilden wrecked things; and things wrecked her back. Fucked her over.
There was a long moment of silence before she spoke again.
“Your rule, right?” Her hand stilled on his arms before that too shifted away. “No sex whilst on drugs unless agreed upon beforehand?”
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