𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍; 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫.

𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

uhh idk why i bother with warnings but mature! lol

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐧. 

She'd thought back on the party countless times, trying to remember a time where food was stuck in his teeth, or maybe he'd accidentally insulted her, or spilled champagne.

Nothing.

And no matter how much guilt was building up in her stomach, and no matter how much she hated herself for it, she just had to confirm on the deepest level possible.

They were in the same closet as last time, ironically; Gideon was kissing her harshly, pressing her against the back of the cupboard, hands pulling at her waist. 

"Harder," she muttered against his mouth, arching against him, squeezing her eyes shut. He was good, and he knew what he was doing. And she was drunk. She knew it.

So why didn't it feel good?

"Harder," Amara repeated, frustration growing. Her dress was hiked up, the slit helpful in accessing all they needed to.

"I'm trying, baby," Gideon said roughly, unzipping his pants and plunging deep inside her.

Baby didn't sound right.

"Don't call me that," she panted, leaning her head back as he kissed up her neck.

"Yeah? What should I call you, then?"

Doll.

She said nothing, leaning in to kiss him again. She could feel him driving as hard as he could, hands rough on her body, desperate, fierce. 

"I'll never get sick of you begging," Evan said. His mouth curved up in an arrogant smirk. "But why d'you need me to do it? Can't you get yourself off on your—on your own?"

Amara slammed her head back, hitting it against the wall, but she barely noticed. "No," she whined. "No, not—I can't—"

"Say it." He was staring at her, gaze focused and eyes narrowed, and grip tightening.

She glared down at him. "No one—no one fucks me like you do, Rosier."

"Amara," Gideon groaned into the crook of her neck, words muffled. 

"I'm the one fucking you," he said, deadly calm. "So I'm the one who gets the credit."

Amara flushed a deep red. "Fine," she said eventually.

He raised an eyebrow. "You want me to keep going?"

She glared. "Does it matter what I think? You've been doing whatever you want to me this whole fucking time. It's not like I can stop you."

"You want me to keep going. And I want to hear you say it."

Amara squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block the dark-haired boy out of her mind and focus on what was right in front of her. What was real. What she should've been pursuing the whole time. 

"Holy shit," Gideon said against her mouth, and she tensed at his words. "The things I wanna do to you, Amara..."