Sara expected to meet fellow bibliophiles and hearty conversations about prose and reading when she joined a local book club. Fueled with caffeine and passionate talks, she became well acquainted with her new bookoholic friends, especially with Dominic, the man with midnight raven hair and oceanic blue eyes whose charm worked on her like black magic. Though she only intended to bond platonically, she couldn't help but reciprocate his flirtatious glances and sexual innuendos when she thought no one noticed. As she found herself stuck between her poor attempt at surviving her failing relationship and her profound desire for her hot, persuasive writer, she couldn't say no when he made a generous offer she's more than willing to compromise: private writing sessions at his place. ⚠ content/trigger warning: contains mature content, sexual assault, self-harm, mentions of ED, cursing, alcohol/drugs use, emotional abuse & cheating

"What the hell do you want Greyson?" I shout unlocking the door. It's raining heavily so I don't even bother hiding the irritation laced in my voice. I swing the door open about to continue my rant when I'm brought to a halt by his lips crashing down on mine. In one swift motion his arms are around my waist pulling my body flush against his, closing all distance between us. I don't even hesitate to kiss him back, all thoughts from a second ago withering away as I melt into his embrace. The kiss is electric, his lips bringing me to life ; igniting me in the best way possible. I snake my arms up to the nape of his neck grabbing his hair, kissing him hard with so much emotion. In response, he kisses me even harder moaning into my mouth before gliding his tongue hungrily against mine. It takes a while to register that I'm standing in my doorway kissing Greyson freaking Reynolds, the guy I hated from before I can remember. He pulls back breathlessly, and I open my eyes as he finally replies to the question I forgot I asked. "You."