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Sara’s POV – Still at Luke’s party
I’m standing by the fridge pretending to look for a bottle of water, but really I just need thirty seconds where no one is watching me.
My pulse is still racing. Not from fear anymore. From the weight of how normal this night has been.
Billy is laughing with Luke and Scott on the patio, real laughter, the kind that reaches his eyes. He hasn’t let go of my hand for longer than a minute all night. Every time he squeezes it, it feels like he’s saying I’m still here. I’m still yours.
And I’m standing here realizing I’m wet. Not in some cartoonish, dripping down my thighs way. Just a steady, low throb that started the second we walked in and saw Kevin raise his beer in that quiet, neutral salute. Kevin is one of the most attractive men i have met and to see him humbled in some ways only makes him more alluring.
Because when Kevin looked at us (really looked) and didn’t smirk. Because he stayed on his side of the room like a man who knows he wants something he cant have again. Because Billy didn’t flinch. Didn’t hide. Didn’t need me to protect him. Combining Kevin’s humility and Billy’s new found confidence it was doing something dangerous to me.
I’m proud of us. I’m proud of Billy, and that pride is twisting into something hotter, darker.
I keep picturing Billy pinning me against Luke’s hallway mirror later, hiking my dress up, growling Mine in my ear while his fingers check how soaked I am from proving we survived this room.
I keep picturing him whispering, “You saw him look at you and you still chose me,” right before he makes me come so hard I forget every other name I’ve ever moaned.
I want him to punish me a little. Not with anger, bu with possession.
I want him bad, the kind of sex that says we earned this.
I want to go home right now, climb him in the backseat of the car, and ride him until the windows fog and the only thing left in the universe is the sound of him saying my name like he owns me.
But I also want to stay.
Because every minute we stay in this house (the same house where everything shattered) is another minute we prove it didn’t kill us but proved to make us stronger.
I want both. I want to drag him out of here and fuck him senseless. I want to keep holding his hand in front of everyone until the message is carved in stone, we made it through the fire and we’re still holding on.
I’m greedy tonight. I want the victory lap and the victory sex.
I take a long drink my buzz slightly hitting me. I steady my breathing, and walk back to him.
He’s mid-laugh when I slide my arm around his waist. He looks down at me, eyes soft.
“You okay?” he murmurs.
I lean up, lips brushing his ear.
“I’m so turned on right now I can barely walk,” I whisper. “But I want to stay longer and continue to feel this sensation.
Then I want you to take me home and ruin me for anyone else. Forever.”
His hand tightens on my hip. His eyes go dark.
He seems torn between running out the door with me and having his way with me and staying longer to see that I will always choose him.
More to come……
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