First of all I wanna say sorry for the long wait. A new job is taking a lot of time and when I'm home, I'm completely exhausted and not able to write stuff that makes sense.

So writing is a weekend-thing now and since I have a lot to do there too, my time is limited. But I'm trying hard to make it anyway because I absolutely love this story and the whole idea behind it along all the stuff I have prepared. The update-time wont be as fast as I thought when I started with this story though, but it will continue as long as I don't tell you guys otherwise.

Thanks to coffeecatninja again for editing this chapter even though she's really busy these days.

I hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know what you think :-)

Disclaimer: I do not own the SOA-characters or the story. I only own my OC.

Tacoma, Washington - February, 2006

After he'd left her place all the time ago Happy sort of wished Sophie would just call him or whatever crazy shit would've come to her even crazier mind…but she didn't. And after almost three months of silence he didn't think there was any move to expect in general anymore.

It pissed him off though, and he was mad that he still wasn't able to just dump her. It was bothering him that he always seemed to end up thinking about her again. He wasn't used to thinking about a woman. He didn't even think about Mason when she wasn't around. He wouldn't even have remembered to text or call her and the only reason they were in contact for so long was her. So why the fuck did he think about that demon who lodged itself in a comfortable place in his head and refused to get out again? After one goddamn night!

Because of that pussy? Because those eyes? That damn body? He didn't fucking know.

But although he seemed to be unable to forget about that mind-blowing night, he didn't do anything on his own to stay in contact. If she didn't want to, he wasn't about to push on her.

And he tried to ignore that somewhat uncomfortable feeling that maybe something happened to her. Apparently she was used to doing things like she did back at the poker-club and she even broke into a place owned by the fucking Kings. People like that wouldn't last long if they weren't really good in what they did. And although something told him she actually was really good, she might not be good enough. He couldn't help the idea that snuck its way into his head, that maybe she didn't decide herself to not call him or contact him otherwise. Maybe those fuckers caught her, maybe they killed or did some other awful shit to her. Or maybe she got in trouble with other people and was hurt or worse. There weren't just Sons and Kings in the world she could fuck with.

But he didn't chase bitches, he never did - he didn't need to. He got every single one he wanted by just snapping his fingers. So why would he chase her all of a sudden? Even though he sort of felt the urge to do it for once, he wouldn't and that was annoying him too. Not getting her out of his head was as irritating as the fact that his ego didn't allow him to go to her place to check if she at least was still alive.

On the other hand he wasn't some idiot - either he was just dick to her or she thought she was just pussy to him. And truth be told, when he followed her home he didn't plan on making her anything else and considering her reaction in the next morning she probably knew that. So why was he expecting anything in the first place?

He could've called her, he could've just asked her out in that morning or whatever stupid shit men were supposed to do, but he didn't. And whenever he held his phone in hand with the intention to hear her damn voice it felt like his brain was clawing at his fingers, stopping him from dialing the number he'd gotten back in that fateful night.

It almost was like watching one of those shitty movies where you'd damn the idiot who obviously didn't know shit about not fucking it up when the never seen moment came and he met a woman that wasn't leaving his fucking mind anymore.

Actually everything felt like a fucking movie when it came to her. The way they met the first time was as unreal as the things happening at the docks. And everything going down at the stripclub and the cabin - well, that shit was beyond imagination and reality, as much as her whole damn being seemed to be. It felt like she was too fucking perfect to be real. He didn't see flaws, he didn't see shit he didn't like. All he could see was the stuff he wanted to see and he wanted to see more of that. She was pretty, hot, strong, she was fucking smart and she obviously had some crazy relationship to a huge knife-collection he'd seen when she was in the shower - Jesus, and what a damn collection he saw.

He remembered one of his girls finding his own babies which were stored in the usual locked drawer. And before he was able to tell her she wasn't supposed to look into that fucking drawer she ran off on him like he was some insane fucker. Well, she actually called him that. And maybe she wasn't wrong, maybe he was that insane fucker - he wasn't bold enough to deny that. But for whatever reason he had the feeling Sophie wouldn't run anywhere, she probably would've had multiple orgasms by just looking into that damn drawer. And it probably was exactly that what made her something special.

But there still was something else. Even though it was hot shit, it wasn't those eyes, it wasn't that killer-body or the damn knives - there was something else attracting him. Maybe it was just the fact that she went through all of this fucked up mess throughout the last few months and still acted like nothing ever happened, while other people already would've gone crazy. Or maybe she was crazy - in the end she took a man home with her who belonged to those guys which'd kidnapped her just weeks before. So either she was suffering a sick sort of Stockholm syndrome or she was just fucking crazy. And however the first would've given her missing call sort of sense, he rather believed in the second. Because there was no hint of attachment or shit at the cabin, but she seemed to be one hell of a strong-ass bitch - despite her size, stronger than any woman he'd ever met.

He tried to forget her anyway. He tried to tell himself she didn't mean shit, but no matter what he told himself, the fact that he still thought about the trouble-attracting lady every once in a while was destroying every effort to convince himself about she wasn't anything special.

"What?" And then his phone went off, ripping him out of sleep late in the night and he didn't sound nice when he took it. Actually he sounded fucking livid. Just like he felt after one hell of a week full of work that seemed to never be done and Mason snapping at him whenever she could for nothing other than bullshit. He really was asking himself why he was still dealing with her - usually he would've already kicked her out of his life weeks ago.

"Have a situation here, bro… Think you should come over."

Closing his eyes, he fell back into the pillow and ran a hand down his face, grumbling deeply.

"Got situations all over the fucking week… What is it now?"

"Your knife-throwing devil stirred up some shit again." And he regretted that he'd told Kozik where he went that night. Then again, there wasn't much to tell in general since he left with her in tow in a pretty obvious situation - but still.

So he'd just grumbled again before ending the call and swinging his tired bones out of the bed.

When he'd arrived at the place in question, he'd killed the engine and put the helmet onto the handlebars before sighing deeply. He couldn't believe he'd actually ended his peaceful night just because the trouble-maker was back in action.

But he got off his bike anyway, before entering the club and looking around somewhat stunned when he'd seen the prospects and employees cleaning up the heavy mess around.

It wasn't like he wasn't used to messed up places after a fight went off. But he couldn't fucking believe that this small and little thing was able to stir up something that was messing up the whole fucking club.

"Idiot wasn't good with losing against her." Lorca'd told him and he wasn't really surprised when he'd learned it was fourteen grand which obviously made the fucker lose it completely. Or seven, since she at least had to give the half of it. For some reason he thought she was used to way more in the middle of the damn table. But it still was one hell of a sum. He would've paid his mothers meds with it for months.

And now he was here - after more than three months, not even hearing a peep from her she sat in front of him, in the very club, in the very office where everything had once begun. With the little difference being that this time she wasn't the bad one in the mix and this time, there was no prospect allowing her to sneak out right under his damn nose.

When he entered the room she didn't look up at him and she didn't when he closed the door.

"Why am I still here? I didn't do anything wrong." But then she did and spoke with a dry and hard voice which was as new to him as her whole appearance. But other than to his brother's she was at least talking to him.

The expression she gave him didn't sit well with him though. It was sort of hard and empty and not saying anything. It felt weird after all those fire-like looks he got from her before.

"Why did you come here again?" He retorted not answering her actual question while taking a closer look.

She really didn't look the same as the last time he saw her. She wore washed-out loose and torn jeans, a loose shirt and a black leather-jacket in combination with some damn chucks and silver-bracelets decorating her wrists, while her hair was up in a messy ponytail. She damn sure didn't look like she was about to plan celebrating a party, she rather seemed to be fucking tired. Not the tiredness which would make you fall asleep as soon as you hit the pillow. She seemed to be absolutely whacked, like she didn't sleep for days…or weeks.

And she was skinnier than before. She already was petite, but she apparently lost some weight throughout the months. Probably not that much, but enough to be seen. So maybe she didn't just forgot to call him, maybe she forgot to eat too.

"I always came here. You just never noticed."

Stepping closer to her he lifted one hand before touching her chin and forcing her to strain her neck a little so he was able to take a look at the split lower lip and the bruised jaw he still was able to notice even though she obviously tried to hide it since it apparently was a little older and was already healing. But when he thought about the shit she called her hobbies, a split lip and a bruised jaw weren't very surprising. There had to be more men than Lorca losing it when it came to her. She probably wasn't quite the sweet Lady which was doing how she was told.

"I'll bring you home." He finally said after a moment of silence, as bland as she seemed to be all the time.

"Why?"

"Because my VP wants me too."

"Why would he?"

"Saving a brothers life obviously gave you some credits."

"I don't want them. Just give me my money and let me go."

Taking a deep breath he let it out almost sighing while running a hand down his face.

"But you have them…and you almost collapsed on the way up here. You can't drive like that."

"Why you?"

"I'm the only one who knows where you live and since you aren't talking to them I'm the only one who's able to."

Well, that wasn't the reason. Actually he didn't know why they'd called him and truth be told, he didn't fucking know what the fuck he was even doing here.

But at least it was causing her to stand up and she obviously got in trouble with holding the balance. So in the end he probably wasn't wrong about her not being able to drive.

"What about my cash?"

"You'll get it." He said, placing a hand to her lower back while leading her out of the room.

They drove in silence the twenty minutes from South Tacoma, while he steered her car to the West-End District up north.

It didn't seem like she wanted tell him something and he didn't know what to say either while she crossed her arms in front of her chest with her head leaned back against the seat, facing the window on the passenger side as she watched the streetlights passing by.

When they finally arrived she didn't even wait for him to completely stop the car as she opened her seatbelt and the door. And she jumped out the second he came to a halt, while she obviously didn't give a fuck if he followed her or just stole the pretty vehicle.

So he left the car and followed her as she opened the front-door and headed straight through the hall towards the bedroom while letting her jacket just fall to the floor.

He stood still in shock for a moment when he entered the house completely. And while she took an obviously very deserved shower, he got some time to look around for a while.

Shit was littering the floor, magazines, paper and mail were cluttered and just thrown carelessly onto tables and cabinets along with some bags and clothes. Blankets laying ruffled and unfolded on the couch and not to forget, plates being piled up not ordered by size, making competition with the leaning tower of Pisa.

The last time he was here he didn't think that damn mess could've been worse, but he apparently was wrong with that.

Geez, she really had to hire someone who'd tidy up her damn place.

And it took him some time to get over the nut-driving chaos. He wasn't as much of a neat-freak as Kozik used to call him, but fuck it, this was really something he had to get used to.

By the water turning off he was snapped out of his thoughts and after he gave her another minute he put the car-keys onto the cabinet in the hall and headed for her bedroom too where he found her just dressed in a big-ass towel. And she was just about to drop it when she stopped and looked at him sort of irritated before she made a turning motion with her right fore-finger while holding the towel to her with the left.

"Already saw all of it." He said bluntly as usual while smirking and she rolled her eyes heavily.

"So?" And he turned, also rolling his eyes. This was ridiculous - as much as her behavior back then in the next morning where she tried to hide herself into the blanket. But it just took a minute until he sneaked a peek at her and found her decent, wearing ridiculously wide black sweatpants along with a white tank top, showing off her arms which seemed to be more ripped than before. But he guessed the lost weight was causing that effect.

"You're gambling high-stakes and can't afford something to eat?"

Maybe he shouldn't have said that, but he couldn't help it and he never was the best when it came to sweet-talking anyway.

"What?" And she turned to him, cocking an absolutely confused brow.

"You gonna tell me what happened to you and your place?"

"What do you mean?"

"It looks like a pigsty in here and you look like you haven't eaten for weeks."

"I don't have the time to tidy up or cook."

"You don't know how to call the pizza place?"

Not answering she turned around to tug out a hoodie from the big-ass pile of clothes in front of her dresser which was making him antsy. She either should've bought a new one or her trouble with tidiness was bigger than he thought. But he at least started to see flaws, that was improvement. There probably wasn't a girl being all perfect for him.

"I don't eat out." She finally said, causing him to look at her somewhat puzzled.

"What?"

"I don't eat out."

"You don't eat out?"

"Yeah."

"Why the hell not? Afraid of gaining weight?"

He was very aware that he was sneering and she frowned a little before heading to the drawer he was still remembering very well from that night.

"Bugs."

"Bugs?"

And she turned, giving him a nasty look which could've been able to kill but was just causing him to chuckle slightly.

"You gonna repeat everything I'm saying?"

"You don't eat out because of bugs?"

"Yeah…found some in my food when I was eighteen."

"That's ridiculous."

"I know."

Opening the dresser beside the one he found the knives in, she took out some pills, taking one of it. But even though it didn't look like birth-control to him he didn't ask what the fuck she was taking there. It just didn't feel like the time to be too curious.

"Thought you would call or whatever." He said instead as she swallowed the meds with a sip of water before turning to him again.

"Don't have the time for that too."

"You don't have time for dates?"

"We wouldn't date, we would fuck."

Well, she wasn't wrong. It seemed nearly impossible that they just ended on a romantic candlelight dinner. Not that he minded - he didn't do fucking dates and he didn't do romantic-shit. He knew as much about romance as he knew about breeding little cute chicklets. And she didn't seem to be one of those girls going for that shit either. It sort of was what he liked about their whole crazy connection - it was never boring, it was never ordinary, it always seemed to be exciting and special. Even if it was just watching her almost castrate that douchebag Eightball.

"So, you don't have time to fuck?"

"That ridiculous too?"

"No."

And it wasn't. He just wasn't used to something like that. He always found the damn time and he didn't know anyone who didn't. Well, maybe it just wasn't as important to her. He heard about people like that.

"You need to eat."

"What?"

"You need to eat."

"Why do you care?…Why the fuck are you even still here?"

Suddenly she moved to rush past him, but the second she did his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him in a weird rough and gentle sort of way at the same time.

And she gasped when she crashed flush against his chest before looking up at him kind of stunned.

"Because I got a call in the middle of the fucking night and had a brother tell me your nerve-wrecking ass showed up when I thought I wouldn't see you again. And then I see this…" Trailing off he pointed towards her frame; "And this…" and moved his hand around the room; "And this." before touching her chin again and brushing across her jaw slightly.

"Who fucking did that? What the fuck happened with you?" And her stunned expression was replaced by an affected and thoughtful one while she was holding his gaze for a long and quiet moment.

"Why do you care?" She said lowly and somewhat confused, making her damn nose-curling thing and driving him insane.

"I'm a bleeding heart…so tell me."

"No, you aren't." She replied instead of telling him and he wasn't. Usually he didn't give a fuck and he didn't fucking know why he cared, but he didn't fucking know why he still knew her name either, so he stopped asking himself for reasons a long time ago.

"There are a lot of people not happy with losing against me."

"Then why are you doing that to yourself?"

"I need money."

"Wanna buy another fancy car?"

"Something like that."

And even though he knew that wasn't the reason, he also knew she wouldn't tell him the truth. She didn't talk about private shit. She made that very clear all those months ago.

Brushing the bruised skin again he caused her to hiss slightly before his thumb went back towards her mouth, running it over the cut on her lower lip gingerly.

"Want me to go?" He then asked calmly, getting thoughtful eyes from her.

"Don't know." She said, still holding his gaze but he could literally see her heartbeat speeding up when he locked eyes with her for a moment. And the second he bent down and came closer to her; "Don't." she backed off and freed herself out of his grip before she turned to leave the room.

If there was one thing he wasn't used to, it was girls rejecting him. On the other hand he didn't know many girls beside sweetbutts…and Mason, who was one of them too. So maybe he shouldn't have been surprised, but he still didn't like the feeling.

"You regret that night?" He suddenly heard himself saying before he was able to control what was coming out of him. And she stopped in the door-frame, without turning to him though.

"No."

"But you don't wanna do it again." He finally stated matter of factly while trying to master the strange distasteful feeling crawling up his stomach as she stood there in silence for a minute.

"You know…usually I'm sort of jumpy. Especially after all the shit happened with the Kings, I never sleep well, I always wake up because of noises and shit…but with you here I didn't. And when I fell asleep I felt safe and protected."

He really didn't know what to say to that; "And that's a bad thing?" so he just kept it simple.

"No. It's wonderful. But I didn't feel like this forever and when we continue this I'm sure the day will come where I don't wanna miss this feeling again. And considering who you are, that's a bad thing."

"And who do you think I am?"

"Someone who wants to make pussies feeling good, not a woman."

"Why would you think that?"

Turning around she looked at him in a thoughtful way. "Am I wrong?" And when he didn't answer right away, instead just kept eye-contact she gave him a small smile before she finally left the room.

After standing there for what felt like an eternity he eventually followed her out and found her in the kitchen where she was busy with making herself a sandwich between messy piles of clean plates. It still wasn't dirty, he had to give her that. But it fucking sure was one hell of a mess.

And he walked over to her when she was giving him a questioning look, coming to stand in front of her and obviously confusing her even more since she curled her nose again, almost causing him to smile with that.

"What?" She asked baffled as he looked at her thinking and finally took the knife she held in hand, putting it to the counter before giving her a knowing smirk, getting the same in response. And before she was able to say something else he grabbed the back of her neck almost roughly; "Wha…" and his lips crashed onto hers while she wasn't able to finish her words.

She was stunned, he could feel that. But although she wasn't protesting he gave her some time to react by withdrawing some pressure from her lips and pulling away a little.

"Can't fucking forget you." He then almost whispered, sounding nearly agonized and when he finally felt her returning the kiss sort of coyly, there wasn't anything holding him back anymore.

So he pressed his lips against hers again while pushing her back until she hit the countertop and he felt her tongue nudging his lower lips softly before meeting his, causing him to groan lowly as he deepened the kiss with every second after he heard a little sigh as her hands came up to grasp his shirt, pulling him even closer to her.

But he stopped. Suddenly he pulled away and looked down at her while trying to catch his breath.

"Should stop." He said lowly, and she shook her head slightly, obviously being completely speechless. But when she pulled him closer again, he propped himself up on the counter, stopping her.

"You don't have time for that, right?"

And she was looking at him in visible disbelief when he bent down, placing one innocent kiss to her lips; "Was nice to see you again, Sophia Jones." before turning around to leave the house.

But the second he reached the hall he ducked down as he heard a crashing noise; "Asshole!" before looking beside him to find a plate laying down on the floor smashed to smithereens after hitting the wall next to him.

He already heard of girls acting like that. He saw it in the movies, he knew some of his brothers used to stick around women with a comparable temper. He even witnessed an argument like that going down between Donut and his lady, but he never - he absolutely never caught himself in one of those situations. He didn't even think there were women existing who were brave enough to even think about doing that with him. Then again, he saw her doing a lot of shit he'd never thought a girl would be brave enough to do with him...or anyone else. So maybe he shouldn't have been surprised - but he was.

So he turned around with an angry expression, looking at her absolutely livid with wide and disbelieving eyes while she shot him one of those very known dangerous looks, not being scared in the slightest. But the worst part about all this - he didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing.

"You do that again and we'll have a problem, Lady." He said growling and it felt like slow motion when he watched her taking another plate sort of blindly while still giving him that damn look, before throwing it right in his direction.

But instead of dodging or doing some other awful shit he was sure he would've regretted, he just caught the fucking plate and threw it right back at her, causing the plate to hit the floor roughly, shattering merciless and suddenly everything went quiet.

The dangerous look disappeared slowly as she peered down to the floor for a moment, before her eyes snapped up to him again while she seemed to be somewhat perplexed.

And when he turned towards the front-door he noticed naked feet padding over the wooden floor and suddenly his wrist was grabbed by her hand before she spun him around, pushing him backwards by his upper arms harshly until his back hit the door violently.

She breathed heavily as she looked up at him confused and almost trembling with rage at the same time while he held her gaze surprisingly calm.

And it took her some time to calm down completely again, to steady her breath, to let the confusion disappear, replacing it finally with a thoughtful mien.

"Make me feel safe." And it wasn't much more than a whisper coming from her and she gave him a minute before taking his hand in her own, tugging slightly.

Taking a deep breath he asked himself once more what the fuck this girl was doing with him - what the fuck he was doing to himself. But eventually he allowed her to pull him away from the door, dragging her backwards just two steps later before he pointed to the shards in front of her naked feet.

And she gave him an uncertain smile before she went to lead him through the hallway while he wouldn't miss the cicatrized skin he felt when his thumb brushed softly across the back of her hand as he pulled out his phone to let the prospect know he didn't need a lift back tonight.

Sophie shot up into a sitting position completely disorientated, looking around for any possible threat in the almost dark room. Her breath was heavy, her skin wet from sweat pouring out without mercy. It took her some time until she realized she was in her own bedroom, just suffering the aftermath of a fucked up nightmare. And she took a deep breath, running a hand over her head, brushing wet hair out of her face

"Shit."

It was just a breathy whisper escaping her as she laid back down on the sheets with one hand on her forehead, one leg bent over, still trying to catch her breath and calm down.

Thinking for a while she tried to clear her head. It felt like everything was hitting her at once, like everything happening tried to finally crash her.

She hadn't had nightmares in what felt like forever. She couldn't even remember when it happened the last time, and now it was every night for almost two months in a row.

But she guessed that was just the weird way of her mind to process everything going down throughout the last months.

An annoyed groan came out of her when she turned towards the nightstand to see it was close to six in the morning. She hated to wake up that early, not knowing what to do with her time, getting idiotical ideas like breaking into a warehouse of dangerous bikers.

Tugging the blanket higher she tried to cover herself from the cold air flooding the room. She always needed open windows to sleep properly through the night. That meant, if there weren't fucked up nightmares waking her roughly.

And the coldness seemed odd since she got somewhat used to the warmth that ripped body beside her emanated the whole night, but he wasn't in sight anymore. That had to be the reason for her dreamful sleep. Gone were the strong arms holding her tight to the masculine scent which was intoxicating her until she slept soundly without one fucking nightmare harassing her.

Grumbling in frustration she turned onto her belly, burying her face into the pillow - she didn't know what he had to make him more soporific then every sleeping pill in the world. Maybe it was the warmth radiating from his skin, or the steady and quiet breath escaping him. Maybe the rhythmic heartbeat beneath her ear, or the strange feeling of safety she didn't feel for what felt like an eternity.

She still could feel the outline of his ink beneath her fingertips. She still could feel his lips sucking at her neck roughly and drive her insane with every second more. She still could hear the deep growl into the crook of her neck when he finally found his release.

And she didn't react the way she usual did after he left the first time and she didn't feel the urge to do it now, even if he obviously thought a goodbye wasn't needed. Usually she went crazy after a one night stand, being disgusted by her own place and cleaning everything like some epidemic had broken out. But with him, she didn't feel the need to do anything like that, and considering they even forgot about protection - again, it was freaking her out in every imaginable way. This guy was giving her the creeps.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Punching her fists on the mattress she screamed in frustration into the pillow. What the fuck got into her to let it go thus far? He was an asshole. Just one of the many assholes who would've delivered her to those fucking Kings without batting an eye. That asshole who's friend almost beat her to a pulp. That asshole who took her knife. It was her favorite one. The one knife she'd owned since she was nineteen. It was a pretty thing, handmade and customized, with a small butterfly on the hilt with the letter S worked into its body. Her fathers friend gave it to her after she learned how to use them. Her father always wanted her to be able to defend herself, but she had this crazy fear about guns - she never wanted to own one, let alone use it. And he had this Amerindian friend who always refused to use guns too. He used to tell her, she didn't need a gun. She just had to be quick, so that she could run away and she had to know how to use a knife. It was him taking her under his wing and teaching her how to fight with them, how to throw them, before he finally died almost five years ago. And now his gift was gone.

But she still didn't want to call Happy since he just left. She didn't want to see him again. She never wanted to think about him again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed another time into her pillow - she just wanted to forget about him.

"You okay?"

"Shit!" She screamed again, but this time in shock, spinning around and looking at him as if she saw a fucking ghost while suffering a damn heart-attack.

He stood there like it was the most normal thing in the world, with a bottle of water in hand, his jeans hanging low on his hips showing off his boxers while the shirt and hoodie was missing. And she had to admit, she liked that sort of a picture.

"You're here." She gasped, still completely stunned that he wasn't gone. But he just cocked a brow, obviously confused.

"Where should I be? It's six in the fucking morning." And she wasn't able to react to this, trying to get what was happening.

Studying him a while she watched his Adam's apple jumping slightly while he drank a sip of water.

But then she shook her head a little, trying to clear her mind from all the dirty thoughts coming up immediately.

"And why are you up at six in the fucking morning?" She finally said with a little raspy voice which reminded her of the mind-blowing orgasm she found just three hours ago. Damn, that guy really knew what he was doing.

"Got a call, didn't want to wake you." He replied lazily, taking another sip from the water before he closed the bottle, walking into the room completely and putting the bottle down to the nightstand of the side he slept on.

"Want me to go?" He then asked turning around to her, but she just shook her head slightly, not finding any words for any response that would've made any sense.

So he opened his belt and jeans, letting both fall to the floor before sitting down onto the edge of the bed, picking it up to fold his pants neatly.

And it was then when he laid down beside her again, looking at her still speechless person with a sassy smirk.

"You screamed like a lunatic because you thought I was gone?"

Feeling the embarrassment flashing through her body, she could literally feel her cheeks blushing as she swallowed hard and tried even harder to not bite her lower lip - in vain, causing him to grin even wider.

"I hate you." She stated simply, making him chuckle slightly while she buried herself even deeper into the pillow, tugging the blanket high enough to hide half of her face. But he sneaked his way under it anyway, shifting closer to her until his hand found her waist.

"Then maybe I should go." He said lowly, bending over so his lips were just inches away from her own and the grumpy expression she held his gaze with disappeared slowly when he kissed her lightly, inviting her to so much more.

"Maybe I don't hate you." She finally murmured quietly between kisses, and she sighed when his tongue met hers as he growled lowly, deepening the kiss immediately with a huge grin on his lips as her hand trailed down his torso finding his waistband and tugging at the thin material.

"Greedy little thing." He said lowly and the grin disappeared slowly when he pushed her onto the back, rolling over her and making the talking end, with tongues fighting a never-ending battle.

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he wasn't so much of an asshole at all.

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