"I'm fine."

With a sigh, he pushes me to the bed and pulls on my pants.

"Stop acting like a baby," he says, removing my pants, and kneeling on the floor next to me, watching my leg carefully. "It's red, but it doesn't look that bad."

I sigh. "I told you. I'm fine."

I press my legs together, trying to hide the fact that my panties are drenched. Just looking at him makes me wet.

"Maybe I should get you some ice," he says, standing and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"There's no need for that. I would worry more about the couch."

Killing the distance between us, he leans forward, until his face is a few inches away from mine.

"How can you say that? How can a couch be more important than your well-being?"

I can't stand his intense look, so I turn my face to the side.

Grabbing my chin, he makes me look at him again. All my life, things have been more important than me. My parents would spend all their time working, trying to buy things we could barely afford. Most of the time they had to choose between feeding their kids or buying something new and shiny.

Most of the time they would choose the wrong thing. I've done all I can to stay away from that trend, especially after seeing my sister doing the same. She gave away her baby so she could keep using drugs.

"There's nothing more important than you. I don't know who made you feel like you don't matter, but I'm gonna prove them wrong."

His words make my heart shrink. I'm not as good at hiding my feelings as I thought. Or maybe it's something about Kevin that makes him see right through me.

A tear escapes my eyes as I bite my lower lip.

"Fuck, don't do that," he says, moving away from me and stepping across the room. "I'm doing my best to be good to you, but if you keep doing that, I'll forget all my good intentions, spread those legs, and eat that sweet pussy of yours that's been teasing me with that smell."

I gasp at his words, pressing my legs harder together.

"I'm sorry," I tell him, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Don't you ever apologize to me. Your pussy smells so good . . . it’s so hot knowing that you want. Can't you see how much I want you?"

I look him in the eye, unable to speak. I want him too. But what happens if we follow our feelings? What happens when he finds out who I am?

Running his hands across his face, Kevin steps towards the door.

My heart shrinks as the fear of losing my only chance with him takes over me. Jumping out of the bed, I grab his arm and pull him to me.

"Please, don't go," I tell him, stepping on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his.

Groaning, he pulls me closer to him as he kisses me deeply, our tongues dancing together while our hands explore each other.

Carrying me to the bed, he gently sets me donw, breaking the kiss. We stare at each other for a couple of seconds, breathing hard.

Without a second thought, I reach for my tank top and pull it off, sitting on the bed wearing only my panties.

"Fuck," he whispers, leaning closer to me.

I lay back on the bed as he gets on top of me, kissing my lips again. His hands move down my body, cupping my breasts. A moan escapes my lips when he circles my nipple with his fingers, teasing me.

Pleasure rushes through my body, directly to my clit. Breaking the kiss, he traces a path of kisses down my neck and to my cleavage before taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking.

I gasp, arching my back at the pleasure he's giving me, and slip my fingers through his hair, pushing him closer to me.