MasukMIAHis eyes widened for a split second, searching my face like he was waiting for me to back out, to laugh it off as some twisted joke. “You serious?” he asked, his voice filled with that raw hunger he'd been holding back.I nodded, my heart beating really fast. “Yeahhh,” I whispered, the word dragging out, my body already aching for what came next.That was all it took. He crashed his mouth against mine, his tongue pushing past my lips. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt as he devoured me. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me against him, and I felt the thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently through his pants, right against my core.Before I could even process it, he scooped me up, one arm under my knees and the other around my back. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and he carried me toward the stairs, his mouth never leaving mine. Each step jostled me against him, grinding my soaked panties against that hard bulge, sending sparks shooting
MIAI was already dressed.A wine-free short dress, simple and soft, nothing tight, nothing that screamed look at me. I’d thought about wearing something that hugged my body more, something I knew would make his eyes linger, but no. I wasn’t giving him that satisfaction. Not today.I just applied a little lip moisturiser, nothing glossy, nothing dramatic, then let my hair fall loose down my back. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and nodded once, like I was convincing myself more than anything else.Good enough.I walked out of my room and into the parlour, the house quiet in that way that made every thought louder. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, waiting.Why the hell did my father leave his card with him?Now Jake would start acting like he was in charge, like this was his territory, like he was responsible for everything. The thought annoyed me more than I wanted to admit, and I shifted on the couch, folding my arms loosely.I wanted to be pissed about it. I real
MIAMy head was pounding.I groaned and rolled onto my back, squeezing my eyes shut. My mouth felt dry, my limbs felt heavy, and my brain felt like it was buffering.Okay… something was wrong.I opened my eyes slowly. This wasn’t my room.The ceiling was different. The curtains weren’t mine. The bed was bigger. The scent in the air wasn’t my perfume… it was him.My heart jumped into my throat.I sat up too fast and immediately regretted it. “Oh my God…” I muttered, clutching my head as the room spun.Where the hell was I?My eyes scanned the room again, panic creeping in, until I saw him.Jake asleep on the couch opposite the bed. Curled on his side, one arm tucked under his head, a blanket half-covering him, looking annoyingly peaceful like he hadn’t almost ruined my life this morning.Oh.Oh no.I was in his room.My stomach dropped.Memory hit me in waves. I remembered knocking. I remembered smoking. I remembered laughing too much.Then the rest came crashing in. Me sitting on his
JAKEI was shaking.Not from wanting her… I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone but from the war going on inside my head.She was asking. She was touching me. She was looking at me like I was the only thing keeping her upright.But she was still high.She didn’t fully know what she was doing, and I knew it. That thought slammed into me hard enough to make my chest hurt.No. I couldn’t do this.I stayed frozen over her, breathing hard, my mind screaming at me to stop even while my body begged me to keep going.She laughed softly, almost dizzy, her fingers tugging at the hem of her top. “Why are you hesitating?” she murmured, playful and careless. “You don’t have to be scared of me.”That laugh nearly broke me.“Mia…” I whispered. “You don’t understand. You’re not thinking straight.”She stared up at me for a second, then suddenly laughed. “Why are you thinking so hard?” she asked, giggling. “You're being weird.”She reached for the hem of her top and tugged it upward herself,
JAKE Her weight settled against me, her thighs bracketing mine, her hands slipping onto my shoulders.I sucked in a sharp breath. “Mia…” It came out strangled.She blinked down at me innocently, like she had no idea she’d just crossed the line of all lines.“This is… nice,” she murmured, running her fingers through my hair like she’d done it a hundred times before.My hands hovered in the air, not touching her, not grabbing her hips even though every muscle in my body begged me to.“You shouldn’t be here,” I rasped.Her head tilted. “But I like sitting here.”She shifted again, accidentally grinding right over me, and my entire body locked up.Her eyes went wide when she felt it. “Oh…”She whispered. “You’re… hard.”My jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. “You need to get off,” I managed through gritted teeth.“Why?” she whispered. Her fingers slid down the back of my neck. “You don’t want me here?”Want?I wanted her so badly it hurt, but not like this.Not when she would
JAKE She leaned closer.Her shoulder brushed mine, her hair tickled my jaw, and I swallowed hard before continuing.“You spread it evenly,” I said, nudging the herbs along the crease. “Not too much, not too little.”She nodded, biting her lip, and I pretended not to notice. I curled my fingers around the paper, giving it the slow roll that made her eyes widen a little.“Oh… that’s actually kind of cool,” she whispered.I smirked. “Thought you’d say that.”I sealed the edge, twisted the tip neatly, and held it up between us.“First lesson complete,” I said, offering a small, mock bow.She laughed again, softer this time, and something about that sound hit me harder than it should’ve.I reached for my lighter, flicked it on, and brought the joint to my lips.The flame kissed the tip, smoke curling in the air as I took the first slow drag.Then I exhaled, leaning back slightly, my eyes half-lidded as the smoke drifted between us.Her gaze followed it… then landed on my mouth.My chest







