Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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Deprivation will eat you up, little Red.
He wasn't wrong. Mercer wasn't wrong at all.
It was eating at me. Badly.
I couldn't get him out of my mind. It was hard to do so. Every time I closed my eyes, I'd see those intense blue irises staring down at me with a hunger that was indescribable. Mercer Petrov touched me.
He gave me something I never experienced. Well, he gave me two things. My first kiss and my very first orgasm.
Just thinking about the way his hand moved against me, the wetness that only built with each skillful stroke. I sighed, burying my head further into my pillow, curling up as my mind went crazy.
Good to say, I was safely back at home. I showered and washed the black wax out of my hair, my locks back to the normal red that I missed. That he liked.
My legs sore and not just from the long walk home. The overstimulation made me too sensitive and all I was thinking about was getting away from Mercer as soon as I could.
What happened between us should have never happened. It was a mistake that was sadly not regrettable. How could I when it felt so right? Inhaling, I shook my head trying to rid my mind of these thoughts. They were keeping me from sleeping. It was nearly four in the morning and I was still thinking about his skillful touch.
The sound of my phone chiming brings me out of my deep thoughts. It was probably him. He was trying to torture me with his teasing. Something I was currently not in the mood for. It chimes again and I am itching to know what the messages say.
Gosh, Mercer Petrov had my head completely messed up.
Forcing away the nervousness, I reached over my nightstand and grabbed my phone. The screen instantly lights up and the messages I was expecting to be from Mercer were from other people.
Carson: I didn't see you, Gen. Are you okay after that ridiculous game? I got worried about you.
