KILLING ME SOFTLY 𖣔 EUPHORIA [FEZCO]

2.6

"You're not going to walk me to the door?"

Fezco had already been adjusting her seatbelt, scoffing at the entitled attitude. She was spoiled by attentiveness, but he had made her that way, so he never complained.

Priscilla kept a content smirk on her face as he came around the front of the car, opening the door for her.

He held his hand out, for her to hold, as she struggled to come to her feet. He never knew why she chose to wear such difficult shoes, if she was going to drink so much. At the end of the night, her feet would ache or she would option to take her off.

Fezco sighed, leaning down to help unbuckle the platforms. Priscilla held onto his shoulders as she kicked the shoes off, in the middle of the driveway.

The girl scooped her platforms up, following his lead to the front porch.

"Spend the night?" she questioned, looking up at him as she fumbled to out in the key pad code.

"I don't know if that'll be a good idea," he repeated his same nervous twitch. His hand went up to his temple, scratching the side of his shaven head. The light reflecting off of his silver chain underneath the porch light.

Priscilla dramatically pouted, her hand firm on the door handle as she turned towards him.

"It's been a month, since, you know."

"Since?" He questioned, confused as to what she was referring to.

It had been more than a month since the couple last had sex.

32 days as Priscilla could recall.

Even though, for her first time, it hurt like hell, and it was completely anxiety ridden, she missed him.

Once the pain and fear surpassed, she completely understood how fast love could furbish from sex.

She had already been close to Fezco, for entire life, but that night was completely different.

He was completely vulnerable, primal, animal like even.

She loved every second of it.

Priscilla never explored touching her self much before that night, but since, the remembrance of everything fueled her body to the heat of climax.

She needed him.

She needed him again, just like she had him for that night.

Priscilla knew that the hard conversations needed to be had, but she honestly did not care.

She was still angry at him, in some ways.

Lexi's play still sat on her nightstand, collecting dust. The pictures and text messages she deleted between her and Fez, sat in his archives. Days away from being gone forever. She knew she would retrieve her soon.

After everything that had gone wrong in the past couple of months since New Year's, she deeply needed this.

Priscilla would never admit it, but she had doubts about herself.

Seeing Fezco, with another woman, bruised her ego completely.

He had always been mad-hattered over her, he still was.

But, he hadn't made any advances since then.

He didn't grip her with ambition, or growl with hunger when they'd kiss, like he used to.

Did he even still want her?

Priscilla let out a deep breath, fidgeting with the straps of her heels in her hand. "I'm not going to beg you to do anything you don't want to do. If you want to spend the night, you're invited to. My parents are in Calabasas for the weekend."