"What is it that you want?" H/n asked, hungry for disclosure.
"You, only you," you smiled.
H/n sighed. "You keep doing this to me. Just stop."
"Why? You can't pretend you feel this. All you want to do is make me yours," you stroked her strong forearm.
"You're drunk," she massaged her forehead, "let's go. Playtime's over."
You were already thrown over her shoulder, her warm hand pressing down on the back of your thighs.
She carried you to the car's backseat.
"Why can't I sit in the passenger seat?"
"Because I want you back here," h/n gritted.
"Do I make you nervous?" You stroked your bare foot on her lower part.
"No," she looked into your eyes, "now stop before someone sees."
She grabbed your foot and pushed you further back into the car. You grabbed her hand to force her into the car.
Before she could react you had already positioned yourself on top of her.
"Y/n," she lost her cool, "this is my final warning. You're not mine nor am I yours."
"No one has to know, your brother isn't here, is he?" You tried to convince her, totally unaware of your current situation.
"No, he isn't," she stopped to look into your eyes, "but you're his."
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