EDGE (H.S.)

7

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I've seen the devil, yeah, I met him last night
Had conversation, yeah, I think he's alright

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CHAPTER 7

Renny's Pov.

"Oh come on, you've got to be lying." Gerald said with a little laugh.

His hand was holding a whiskey glass and his finger was lightly rubbing the brim.

We're sat on his balcony in his fucking penthouse in New York as if this is an everyday thing. It felt comfortable. Normal. Yet I still felt so fucking...low.

Being here honestly made me feel a little out of place. I've never really been in this situation with someone like him. I don't spend a lot of time in the city so I don't really meet people beyond Staten Island fuckboys. This felt different and I just...I don't know. I'm confident, I am. It's just that I can't help but feel I don't match up to the people i'm sure he's had in this penthouse. I guess that's maybe why I always go for shit men that don't care about their life or goals or their futures in general. It makes me feel above them. And right now, I feel below him.

"I'm really not." I smiled as I took a sip of wine out of the wine glass he had gave me. "It's not like it's hard for you. I don't get it." He spoke with confusion on his face.

He asked when my last relationship was and I told him i've never really had a stable relationship. I've had situationships I guess you'd say. But i've never really been in a relationship.

"Staten Island isn't exactly ground zero for a happy couple." "Then I'm glad I got you out of there for a night. It's a lot more to life than Staten Island. And baby you should see the world."

I tried to hide my little smile as I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Mhm." I hummed and he just gave me that smirk that makes me weak. "C'mere." He whispered as he leaned forward.

As soon as I leaned an inch, his mouth was attaching to mine as if it had been eager to do that all night. My hands immediately found his hair as he hovered over me a bit with his knee going to the space between my legs.

He hummed into the kiss and grabbed my glass to sit on the little table along with his.

Both of our breaths were erratic, proving just how much we both had been waiting for us. The sexual tension between us two was too thick to hold back and maybe that's all this was, sexual. Lust. But right now, he wanted to make me feel good, and who was I to say no to a man like him?

My mouth parted for a breathe and allowed his tongue to slip inside. The moment his knee grazed my core, my breathe hitched and he paused for just a second at the sound.

"Fuck." He mumbled against my lips before they went back to molding into mine. I wrapped my leg around his waist to push him down into me and his lips turned into a devious smile in the kiss.

Before I knew it, he was grabbing my waist and sitting me up, pulling me to stand.

I felt my heart beating hard against my chest and I could feel his doing exactly the same as if it was mimicking mine.