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I grab the phone, typing furiously.

Remy: Leave me the fuck alone, Zane.

Your favorite dick: That’s too fucking bad

I throw the phone across the room, the screen glowing in the dark like some kind of sick taunt. I don’t know what his deal is, but I’m not about to let him drag me down with whatever twisted game he’s playing.

But deep down, I know this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Chapter 6

I know it’s wrong. Everything about this is fucked up, but I can’t help myself. She’s ignoring me. She’s driving me crazy. How can she not see it? I’m doing this because she’s forcing my hand. She’s making me. Every time she turns her back, every time she pretends I’m not there... it eats at me.

That’s why I’m here now.

I push the window open, slow and careful, not making too much noise. I shouldn’t be here at her mother’s house. I know it. But when I found out from Maya that Remy went home, I had to make sure she was okay. I had to.

Breaking into her house? Maybe that’s a step too far. But it’s not like I’m going to hurt her. I just need to see her. To know she’s alright. Fuck, I’m so far gone for her. Caleb gave me her student details and thank God he did. Otherwise, how the hell would I even know where she lives? I slip through the window, landing softly on the floor.

Her room’s cozy. Nightlights, books everywhere, posters covering the walls. The little things that make it her. I like this. I like seeing her world, her mess. Sweaters tossed on the floor, a couple of shoes kicked to the corner. It’s so... her. Carefree. Real.

Then I see her.

She’s lying on the bed, tangled in her blankets. Her curls spill across the pillow, her face soft and peaceful. It hits me how fucking beautiful she is, even like this, vulnerable and asleep. Her lips are parted slightly, and I wonder what she dreams about.

I step closer. There’s a nightstand next to her bed. Her phone, the one I gave her, is sitting right there, along with a pair of glasses. I pick them up, turning them over in my hand. Jesus, she’s really blind without these, huh?

She shifts in her sleep, and my heart nearly stops. But she doesn’t wake. I should leave now. I came to check on her, and she’s fine. But I don’t move. My eyes roam lower, tracing the curve of her neck, the way her blanket slips just enough to reveal her bare shoulder.

Fuck me.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m pulling the blanket down further. Slowly. I want to see her. Just a little more.

And there she is.

Remy, in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. Her smooth back, her thighs... I groan softly under my breath. I can’t help it. She’s beautiful. Just fucking perfect. My fingers move on their own, tracing the dimples on the back of her thighs. She shifts again, and I freeze, but she doesn’t wake up.

I lean in, kissing her skin. Just a quick taste, I tell myself. Just one. But it’s not enough. I need more.

Her t-shirt rides up as I lift it higher, exposing more of her, and fuck, she smells so damn good. She moves, rolling onto her back, and I can’t believe my luck. Now, I can see everything—her soft breasts, her parted legs, the way she looks so damn innocent.

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this.

But I am.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her skin, and before I know it, I’m tasting her, my tongue tracing over her inner thigh, getting closer. She whimpers in her sleep.

God, that sound makes me even harder. I want more. I need to taste her. Really taste her.

I spread her legs wider and pull her underwear to the side, my hands shaking as I lower my mouth to her pussy. She’s wet. So fucking wet. And I lose it. I start licking her, deeper, bolder, and she moans. It’s soft at first, but it builds, and then her eyes snap open.

She wakes up, startled, but I hold her down, my hand pressing gently on her stomach. “Stay still,” I whisper, my voice thick with need. She tries to fight me, tugging at my hair, but I can feel how wet she is. She’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“Stop,” she gasps, but her hips are grinding against my tongue. I know she doesn’t mean it. She wants this. She fucking loves this.

I suck on two fingers and thrust them in before she even has a chance to fight it. God, she’s tight. So warm, so wet.

She moans, that little sound she makes, the one that drives me wild.

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