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""Tell Me Who Can Make Me Touch It, Like It?"

Alexis's POV:

All I could see was her smile as I bit my lip, thinking about her. The relationship I was in was falling apart, and I didn't care. All I could think about was Kayla. We both had someone else, but something drew me to her. She felt like a missing piece I craved. I liked how different she was, though I hated her stubbornness. She went through so much, and I couldn't help her the way I wanted because it wasn't my place. We flirted, but she insisted she didn't want to hurt the person she was with, while I felt no such loyalty. Her attraction made my temptation for her stronger than anything I'd felt before. I sighed as we tweeted each other as friends while our messages told a different story.

Her: I don't wanna hurt her.

Me: Then don't.

I wasn't mad but felt guilty about being in the other person's shoes. I felt like a homewrecker. As I walked out the door, I shook off the thought of catching feelings. Getting into my car, I felt my phone vibrate with another text from her.

Biting my lip, I felt the sexual tension rising as I pulled up to the park to see her. I smiled brightly. "So you finally decided to come out of the house," she said.

"And you finally got up off your ass," I shot back. She chuckled and licked her lips. "You've got a smart mouth. Fix that." I walked off, looking back with a smirk. "You coming?"

I felt her presence behind me. "Ugly ass," I mumbled.

"I'm not ugly. Don't lie to yourself," she retorted. "Next subject," I said, avoiding eye contact. But she yanked me back. "Ain't no next subject. I'm fine as hell, right?"

I pushed her back. "We came to get our walk in, not to flirt."

She smiled. "She thinks I'm cute, she wants to have sex."

I was shocked. "It's okay if you do," she added. I blushed deeply as she laughed. I grabbed her. "Let's go. We're not getting a walk in."

"Let's go eat then," she suggested.

"Sonic," I offered.

"No," she replied.

"Sonic," I insisted.

"NO," I exclaimed. We argued for about five minutes before settling on Chili's and went our separate ways.

Five Minutes Later:

Pulling into the parking lot, I checked my phone. I felt a presence at my window and looked up to see her smiling like a clown. Turning off the car, I got out. "For the love of God, get away from me," I chuckled.

"You're so goofy," she said, dragging me inside the building. We decided to sit outside.

Out of the blue, she asked, "What are your turn-ons?"

I looked at her smirk. "Smiles, therapeutic voices, touch—I like the feeling of arms around me because I'm tiny. Affection is what I like to feel."

She nodded. "So, I meet all those qualities."

"Stop," I said playfully. We started cracking jokes and ordered food.

"I'm just saying, if it gets to that point, I will," she teased.

"Let's make sure I don't tempt you," I replied.

"You said it, not me," she laughed. I grabbed a fork and took a chicken tender off her plate.

"You're bold," she said.

"I try." We spent the night talking about our lives, and she paid the check. "I had fun," I said.

She nodded. "I can tell."

I walked toward my car, feeling a rush. "Let me get a taste," she whispered.

"You're not supposed to be turned on," I gasped as she wrapped her arms around my waist, her mouth close to my neck.

"We are outside," I reminded her.

"And I wanna fuck you," she said.

I pushed her back. "You're something else." She smiled as I said goodbye and drove off.

"I've been rewinding all the flashbacks."

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