The Sinner

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As my lips meet his, I realize how much of a huge mistake this is.

But I can't stop myself either.

My body doesn't want me to pull away. It never would, it's Rafe. The boy I'm scared I'll love for the rest of my goddamn life.

The boy that'll continue to hurt me if I let him.

Whether he means to or not.

He wraps his arms around me, trapping me on his lap. Being with him like this felt like an addictive drug, it always does. His hands knead into my backside, touching anything he could like he was deprived. We both were.

It felt so good, but so wrong at the same time.

"I missed you," He says into the heavy kiss. "I missed you so fucking much angel."

What am I doing? Why am I kissing him when he was just with Sofia?

I was angry. I was still so fucking angry with him. But I just wanted to kiss him at the same time too. Because as furious as I was, my body still reacted in a way where it felt like it needed him.

I haven't been touched like this in a long ass time.

He pulls apart, starting to kiss my neck, "Did you miss me baby?" He slides his hands all over my back. Squeezing my sides, my butt, all while the only thing from keeping us apart was my cheeky bathing suit and his swim trunks. "Did you miss how good I make you feel?"

Yes. But not in the way I used to.

"No," I lie as he kisses down my neck. Lightly sucking and kissing any open area he could.

"Don't lie to me," He nips a sensitive area on my neck. "Don't tell me you didn't miss me when I'm about to fuck you in my car."

"Who said anything about fucking?" I ask, breaking the kiss to look at him. I scan all over his face, he looks confused. "Did you just assume?"

"I mean..." He trails off, "Sort of."

I hum, trailing my hands down his bare chest. "Well that's not going to happen."

I won't let it.

"Why not?"

"Because you fucked Sofia," I say, as if it were fucking obvious. Here comes the anger again. "Do you think I'm that easy?"

"I mean it was easy enough to get you to kiss me."

Red, searing hot anger flashes through me.

I let out a scoff, attempting to climb off of him but he stops me. I didn't think it was that easy, we just argued for twenty minutes. The only way he got me to do this was just to touch me.

Okay maybe it was easy.

But I couldn't help it. I didn't want to, but one look from him, and my body wants me to be back down on my knees in front of him.

I never said I would hookup with him. All we did was argue and then kiss. He was the one that thought we were going to fuck.

That's not my problem.