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Of my bad luck fucking this up. Of him getting hurt because of me.

I don’t want him to go anywhere, but he can’t get too close either.

Once. I will allow myself this once.

“Orzo,” I moan, releasing his lips. “I want you. But I can’t promise you anything.”

The moon offers ribbons of light to his dark espresso hair. The water is quiet tonight, but there is a light wisp as it paces along the shore.

He narrows his eyes. “Fine. I will take what you are willing to offer.”

Olive said I should celebrate…

Perhaps it is the magic of this night. The veil of secrecy we’ve shared.

Or the fact that Orzo was the first person to save me. The first to see me.

The first to do what he could to keep me safe and not ask for anything in return.

Just tonight.

Reaching between us, my hand lands on his pants.

“Cinnamon—”

I ignore his warning, undoing the button and shoving them down along with his boxers, as far as I can. His cock pops down into my belly button.

I can’t see it, but I can feel it.

The size. The girth.

He rolls off me, and I have a single beat to think he is going to run, but then he is ripping off the rest of his clothes, throwing them onto the sheet and then turning to me fully naked.

He’s beautiful.

The moon paints his high cheek bones and full lips with highlights.

His muscles ripple as he bends down to me. The scars adorning his skin, a reminder of his painful past. Of his perseverance.

His cock fills my line of sight and I gulp.

How is this going to work…

I don’t have enough time to take anymore of him in before he is ripping my shirt off of me. He stares for just a few beats at my chest, at the bra adorned with cat sushi. His lips quirk in amusement.

But then his eyes hood in lust the longer he stares, goosebumps rising up on the top of my breasts, and I become acutely aware that I’m alone in the middle of the night with Orzo.

There’s a beat of nervousness that combines with embarrassment, but I don’t have any time to process my emotions or feelings before he rips my pants off, along with my underwear.

“A matching set,” he comments on the sushi cat on my underwear too.

I use his distraction to unhook my bra, letting my breasts fall as gravity intended.

His eyes darken, a predator ready to consume its prey.

My brain short circuits, and I make the decision to jump and run into the water. I half expect him to remain on the shore but I only make it to my hips before he’s there behind me.

There is an added sensuality of our skin pressed together with the additional lubrication of the warm water.