My eyes focus on the person in front of me, urging me to let a night slip, make a mistake, let him in and hold him close.
It was Ride or Die.
"And I love to ride."
"Loneliness is a fire Which I hold close to my skin, To see how much pain I can stand, Before running to the water."
-Atticus
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Xiao Zhan:
32, A self made designer with his own brand. Bottom.
Wang Yibo:
24, A professional dancer, owns a dance studio. Top.
. . . .
The city skyline could blind one with its excessive glittery shine. Staring out into the night, I sip on the Bourbon in my glass, forcing myself to lose in the moment.
I smile.
"I didn't think you will be here tonight. I was pretty sure it was a one time thing.", the boy on my bed doesn't seem to agree.
I hear shuffle of my sheets and willingly give away my glass when he takes it from me. He doesn't drink.
" Pretty gege, we both know you were waiting for me to call you back."
He twirls the Bourbon, in an enticing way and I too sway with his presence as he looks at me from under those perfect hooded eyes. Igniting a passion deep within me.
"I should've known you were trouble when I first saw you. Don't you think-"
I don't get to finish my sentence as he pushes me against the window, shoving his tongue down my throat. I feel alcohol in my mouth.
That brat.
I harden once again and feel him smirk against my lips. That famous lopsided grin faces me when he looks at me like he was going to eat me up alive.
"Xiao Zhan, Xiao Zhan. You sure have some crazy libido, getting hard only from a kiss. Didn't I fuck you enough?"
My fingers trail down the perfect V on his stomach below his abs, teasing him.
