Warning: explicit content ahead
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I'm good at a lot of things.
I didn't aspire to be good at dancing, but I am.
As I said before, my mother was obsessed with music and obsessed with forcing me to be her dancing partner.
I guide Bree around the small room.
"You need to relax." I tell her when she pulls a face.
"I'm trying!" She snaps, then glares at me. "Can't we do something easier?"
"The foxtrot is a classic, babe, you need to know how to do it."
"Can we take a break?" She sighs.
We haven't even been doing this for a minute.
"But—"
"Shhh, babe." She instructs, placing a finger to my lips.
Okay.
She looks up at me and smiles.
She's so pretty when she smiles.
"Can we fuck?" She asks.
I raise an eyebrow.
"I was kinda waiting for the perfect time," she confesses. "But I don't know when that's gonna be and..." she trails off and frowns.
Damn, maybe that lady at the motel counter knew something we didn't.
"I just feel like we can make our own perfect time, you know?"
"Yeah, I know." I smirk.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't imagined her asking me this. I always knew I wasn't gonna be the one to make the first move, but that doesn't mean I didn't want the move to happen.
"I want a distraction." She tells me, peering over to the bed.
Oh I can give her a distraction all right.
"Tell me what you want me to do." I say, pulling her closer to me.
"What do you mean?" She asks. "Just do what you want."
"I want to do what you want." I say.
She's quiet for a few moments.
"What do you want angel?"
"I don't know." She admits.
"Think about your past sexual experiences, yeah?" I ask. "What were some things that felt good to you?"
She laughs nervously.
I wait for her to say something, but she doesn't.
So nothing felt good?
Alright, I guess I'll just have to try everything until she has a definitive answer.
"Come shower with me?" I ask. We've been wearing the same clothes all fucking day.
Bree suddenly looks extremely alarmed.
"What?" I ask.
"No one's ever seen me fully naked." She says.
"They're missing out."
"You can't say that when you haven't even seen me without clothes on."
"I know your body's beautiful Bree." I say.
I don't fucking care what her body looks like, if it's hers, it'll be beautiful because she's beautiful. You get me?
"You don't know that." She pulls away from me and walks into the bathroom.
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The Lonely Hearts Club
Roman d'amourHaunted by memories of her past, Bree has hidden herself away from society. Plagued with horrifying nightmares both in sleep and reality-she cannot do it anymore. Hades, a ruthless fighter and charming security guard is instructed to look after her...
