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PROLOGUE

Song: Somebody Else by The 1975

Prologue

"Wait," I giggled, stopping him with my hands on his chest as I straddled him.

His light blue eyes watched me with mischief, causing my stomach butterflies to flutter. "No." He growled teasingly, pulling me down to his lips with his hand tangled in my messy curls.

Our lips connected and the oxygen disappeared in seconds. His lips pulled me away from my thoughts as the soft but hungry touch burned me to my core. Giggling drunkenly, I urged his head down to my neck—my lips numb from the booze.

"Wait—no." I stopped him again as he gave a frustrated groan and leaned back with a cocked eyebrow.

"Alright. What is it?" His hands let go of my hips as he pulled them behind his head in an attentive manner—while simultaneously showing me those biceps that made my mind go blank for at least a few seconds.

I could tell he was frustrated and annoyed, but as always, he let me talk.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Kace." I bit my lip to help me come back down to reality, already feeling the guilt in my alcohol-rancid stomach.

His jaw tightened, the only evidence of any emotion on the matter. "We knew that months ago, S." He said in a bored manner—it wasn't the first time he had said it.

And it wasn't my first time trying—and failing—to stop what was about to happen. At some point, it just became inevitable. I knew it, despite my denial, and he certainly knew it. But I still tried; maybe I felt as if trying took some of the wrongness of the act away.

"I feel bad." I whispered, but found myself once again drawing nearer to his perfect lips that constantly left me a hot mess.

I was the worst kind of addict. The kind that hurt those I loved and used excuses like I was weak. The kind that wasn't loyal or trustworthy. The kind that felt bad but said nothing. The kind that did it again and again.

Kace met me halfway, his arms holding me to him as he placed soft kisses along my jaw, "I know, baby." He murmured as my fingers grasped onto the material on his chest.

"We're horrible."

His lips twitched up as he pulled his shirt off with my help, revealing the abdominal muscles that always left me close to brain dead, "The absolute worst." He agreed, his tone lighthearted as he focused on getting me naked.

"We're going to hell."

Holding tight to my thighs, he stood up with me straddling him tightly, the skirt pushed up over my hips as he walked us over to his bed.

"Then we might as well enjoy the ride there." He smirked before tossing me onto the mattress, making me yelp in surprise as I landed in the plushy comforter.

I could feel my stomach fill with more and more butterflies as I fell back into the pillows; anticipation being the only thing I could focus on. I held my breath in wait; my lungs burning with each breath as the need for him clawed at me like a creature under my skin.

Staring at me with his clear blue eyes, he raised his chin, the air of dominance exuding from him. "Take it off." He gestured to my remaining clothes with a head nod, making me swallow through my dry throat. "Now." He demanded.

With my eyes captured in his, I obeyed.

It wouldn't be the last time.

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