I hate how indecisive she is. I want her to agree so damned badly, but I also need her to tell me to go straight to hell.
“So, what do you say, Wren?” I ask.
She shrugs, but there’s nothing casual about the way she’s looking at me. Her pupils are dilated, her breath is coming slightly faster. “I…um…I don’t know that it’s such a good idea.”
That’s because it isn’t.
I’m glad one of us is thinking straight.
“You’re right,” I tell her. “I guess this is good night, then.”
I start to walk past her toward the hallway, but I only make it two more steps before she speaks again.
“Wait.”
I turn. “Yes.”
“Stay.”
To chat?
To fuck?
I’m still in the dark here.
“Why do you want me to stay, Wren? What do you want?”
“You know what I want.”
“You said that sex was a bad idea,” I tell her.
“It is.”
I walk over to her, standing just in front of her. No touching. She has to crane her neck to keep her eyes locked on mine.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Wren?” I ask, my voice low and direct. No games. No bullshit.
She doesn’t answer right away. Just stands there, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. The seconds tick by agonizingly slowly.
She finally nods…just once.
“Use your words, Wren.”
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Wren
Use your words.
He’s going to make me say it.
His eyes bore into me. They seem to darken. His jaw tightens.
I almost feel like refusing. I feel like walking away. It would be the right thing to do. If I weren’t so desperate for him, I would.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me.” My voice is strong and true.
The words hang in the air between us. There’s no taking them back now.
