Mag-log in~AvaI froze, one leg slung over the windowsill, the cool air hitting my bare thighs. The door handle jiggled again, harder, like whoever was on the other side was losing patience. Jason scrambled to his feet, zipping up fast, wiping at the stain on his hoodie with shaking hands.“Shit, shit,” he hissed, voice low. “That’s Miss Delgado.”I swung my other leg out, perched on the ledge. The drop was only a few feet to the grass below. I could make it. “Then fix your face,” I said, smirking. “You look like you just got fucked.”He shot me a look, half panic, half something else and ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down. I didn’t wait to see if he pulled it off. I dropped to the ground, landed soft in the grass, and straightened my skirt. The window snapped shut behind me.The parking lot was close, just past the art wing’s dumpsters. I kept my head down, weaving between cars, pulse still hammering from Jason, from Enzo, from the whole damn mess. My vehicle was where I’d
~AvaHe rolled off, chest heaving, but his hand stayed on me, sliding down the sweat-slick curve of my spine, fingers tracing every bump like he was memorizing the map. I was still face down, thighs trembling, pussy throbbing, swollen, leaking him in slow pulses. I turned my head. His eyes were half lidded, purple hair stuck to his forehead, lips parted. He looked wrecked. Good.I pushed up on shaky arms, crawled over him, straddled his hips. He was still hard, slick with us, twitching against my belly. I dragged my nails down his chest, slow, watching goosebumps rise. I leaned in, bit his nipple, hard. He hissed, hips jerking.“My turn,” I whispered.I slid down his body, tongue tracing the line of hair under his navel, tasting salt and skin. His cock jumped when I breathed on it. I didn’t touch it. Just hovered, lips brushing the tip, letting him feel the heat.He groaned, hand fisting the sheets. “Ava….”I took him in one inch, then pulled off. Again. Again. Teasing, wet, sloppy
~AvaHe didn’t move, just stood there dripping on the hallway runner, towel riding low enough to show the V that disappeared under terry cloth. One eyebrow arched, like he was waiting for me to blink first.I didn’t.“Adrian never mentioned you crash here,” I said, stepping closer. The floorboards creaked under my bare feet, loud in the hush.“Last-minute thing. The flight got in an hour ago. He said I can use the guest room, shower, and make myself at home.” Enzo’s gaze dipped again, lingered on the way the dress clung to my hips. “He.didn’t say the home came with scenery.”I rolled my eyes, but heat crawled up my neck anyway. “Cute. Are you always this smooth after a red-eye?”“Only when the view’s worth it.” He rubbed the back of his neck with the towel, muscles shifting. “You always walk around dressed like sin when your parents are out?”“Only when I know I’m alone.” I tilted my head. “Guess I’m not.”A beat of silence.He took one step. Then another. Close enough I could smell t
~AvaThe house was dead quiet when I woke up, no clatter of pans, no low murmur of Adrian’s voice, no Mom humming off key to the radio while she packed lunches. Just the faint smell of last night’s sex still clinging to the hallway like smoke. I lay there a minute, staring at the ceiling, thighs sticky, pulse still thrumming from the dream where he’d had me bent over that bed instead.I rolled out, grabbed fresh underwear, black lace, the pair he hadn’t seen yet, and locked myself in the bathroom. The shower ran scalding. I let it burn, soaping slow, fingers tracing the faint bruises he’d left on my hips in the garage. I shaved everything smooth, just because. Just in case.Dressed in the shortest denim skirt I owned and a cropped white tank that showed the underside of my bra when I lifted my arms. No hoodie today. Let the sun hit my skin. Let him see.Downstairs, the kitchen was empty. Coffee pot cold. A single sticky note on the fridge in Mom’s handwriting, “Double shift. Love yo
~AvaI left the scooter in the driveway, helmet dangling from my fingers, and took the side gate to the garage. The door was already cracked open, just enough for the smell of motor oil and his cologne to slip out. I pushed it wider with my hip and stepped inside.Adrian stood by the workbench, back to me, sleeves rolled high, forearms corded as he wiped a wrench clean with a red rag. The overhead bulb buzzed, throwing gold light over the ink on his skin. He didn’t turn around.“Close it,” he said, voice low, steady.I kicked the door shut behind me. The click echoed.He set the wrench down, slow, deliberate, then faced me. Sunglasses gone. Eyes the color of storm glass. “Take the hoodie off.”I let the helmet drop to the concrete with a clatter. Unzipped the hoodie one tooth at a time, watching his jaw flex. When it fell open, the black lace caught the light, sheer enough to show the dark peaks of my nipples, the dip of my waist. I shrugged the hoodie off my shoulders and let it po
~AvaThe alarm on my phone went off at six-thirty, same as every morning, that stupid chirpy bird sound I downloaded freshman year because I thought it was cute. Now it just makes me want to hurl the thing across the room. I slapped it silent and lay there staring at the ceiling, fairy lights still on from last night, twinkling like they were in on the joke. My mouth tasted like blood and I slept. I dragged myself up, feet hitting the cold hardwood, and shuffled to the bathroom before anyone else stirred.Door locked. Toothbrush in hand. I scrubbed hard, like I could scrub the smell of him out of the air that clung to my skin even though I’d showered twice after burning those sheets in the fire pit out back. Mom thought I was being dramatic about a “nail polish accident.” Whatever. The smoke had curled up black and thick, and I’d poked at it with a stick until the pink fabric turned to ash. Still felt like he was watching from the kitchen window. Probably was.I spat, rinsed, avoi







