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His fingers are snaking themselves over my ass as he begins to gently massage the sore patches of skin he made rise by hishands. I sink further into the carpet and practically purr as he takes care of me. He always was the most loving and attentive person I had ever fucked. His aftercare game is on point.

“I rolled us the blunt while you slept,” I manage to get out. Bash crawls over my body to speak at my ear.

“Mmm, thank you, Lina Girl.”

He nuzzles me and I’m melting beneath him. I can feel his dick, still half-hard, trailing a path up and over my backside. I push up into him, feeling it settle on top of my ass cheeks, right in between them. “Let’s smoke this outside. Then I wanna get you home and eat you out five hundred times,” he says with a smirk as I laugh.

“Trying to kill me?” I tease him. He shakes his head no.

“Not at all. I just want to give you everything you deserve and then some. Make up for lost time,” he says as he tucks himself back into his pants and grabs for my clothes, helping dress me quickly. I allow him to direct my body back into my outfit as he watches me with adoration. I love being the object of his affection.

Chapter Twenty-One - Now

Alina:

We walk to the baseball fields and huddle together inside one of the dugouts. The lights are off, so the stars shine brightly above as we settle in. Bash holds my hand as he puts the blunt in between his lips, sparking the tip with his lighter.

Seeing the detention room again reminds me of my love for the man next to me. All that we can accomplish together when we’re allowed to heal in a safe place. Bash looks so much calmer than before. I laugh at him when he quickly shoves the blunt my way. “Wow!” he exclaims, his eyes going wide, a fit of coughing following his small toke. I hit the blunt as I smile through the burn, weed being my go-to to help me self-soothe. “Been a while for me,” he finally manages, watching me the hit the blunt again through his tears. I nod, knowing how true that is. Bash has been trying so hard to get his shit together.

“Do you really want to go back on tour?” I ask him seriously. He sucks on his teeth before answering me, running a hand through the hair falling into his eyes.

“I did. Before you came charging back into my life. But music doesn’t feel the same as it used to. It’s started to feel hollow. Meaningless. It’s not like that when I play for you,” he says as he tucks a piece of my purple hair behind my ear. “I feel that spark again and it makes me want to create. To write songs.Or at least, try to try,” he says with a bitter laugh. “I’ve been so uninspired for so long. I’ve forgotten what creation feels like.”

“You want to play like you used to in detention. Not for the reward, but for the sake of music itself. The feeling you get while playing for fun,” I say softly.

We keep the blunt moving between us.

“And for the way you look at me when I sing for you,” he adds.

“Oh? And what does that look like?” I ask sarcastically as I elbow him in the ribs. He just smiles at his knees.

“Like I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. And it makes me feel like, maybe if you can possibly think that of me, then maybe it’s not crazy to think it’s true,” he whispers. He slowly releases a cloud of smoke before hanging his head.

“That’s how you make me feel,” I respond quietly. We smile shyly at each other, working the blunt down. The stars continue to shine above us and glitter in the sky, reminding us how small we are in the grand scheme of things. And that makes Luke seem a helluva lot less scary too. I take a deep breath.

“I’m ready to do this, Bash. I’m ready to kill Luke. I’m ready to fucking live again,” I say with a large inhale. He smirks at me as I lean my body further into his. I watch the smoke float casually around us.

“Welcome back, Lina Girl,” he says as he kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and savor the warmth of his lips against my skin. We finish the blunt, stubbing it out with our Converse before we leave.

Sebastian:

We make our way to my car, getting in quickly. It’s cold, so I turn the heater on while Alina grabs my arm. Goddammit, it never gets old feeling her touch my body.

She is seriously going to be bent over every surface of my house and then some. I’ve started to think about us getting our own place together. Somewhere far away from here. Where we can sleep all day and fuck all night and do whatever the hell we want to in between.

What a goddamn dream.

I just need to take care of this fuckerLuke.

I won’t lose any sleep over offing this asshole. He’s honestly one of those idiots that’s such a plague, I doubt the police will care. And once I pay them off to look the other way, because let’s face it, money talks, Alina will be free of this shithole, and we’ll be able to start over for real. Being together without anything else getting in the way. I can’t wait for that day. I’ve missed so much all the years we’ve been apart and thinking of her being subjected to any pain at the hands of that asshole is just plain unacceptable.

It won’t be happening anymore.

Not if I can help it.

The lights to my mom’s side of the house are off and I internally celebrate, not wanting to deal with her veiled manipulation.

I have a surprise for Lina.

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