"I'm going home, Masen."
"The fuck you are. You're coming up with me, let me talk to you somewhere else, out of this fucking cold." His eyes beg me to stay, and I want to but I'm scared.
"You're shivering, baby. Come inside with me, please." His green eyes are liquid jade, keeping me here.
I let out a big sigh and he relaxed, his hands loosening his grip, but I immediately missed the contact.
"I'm asking nicely, little Doe. But I won't fucking beg. It's your choice, so if you want to leave… By all means." Masen steps back, holding up his hands as he walks backwards. I swear I feel my heart break a little — I'm terrified.
"Okay." It comes out quiet but he looks up anyway with a smile that seems to glue me back together.
"Yeah?" He looks so young right now with his crooked grin, his beanie and that fucking twinkle in his eyes.
I nod and he grabs my hand. I just hope my boss doesn't see me here, at night — with one of her customers.
I don't want to talk, I just want to forget what just happened and what could have happened. If it wasn't for Masen, I bet tonight I would be high as a kite and probably in Paul's bed. I almost cringe at the thought and focus on the beautiful man I'm sharing an elevator with. He's standing, leaning against the back wall. I walk up to him and snatch the beanie of his head, running my fingers through his copper hair. It's so soft, tickles the inside of my hand. He's leaning into my touch, closing his eyes. This feels weird, intimate, uncharted territory for me.
"Fuck me, Masen." I whisper. It's like I meant to say it in my head, yet the words just tumbled out of my mouth. My hands have a mind of their own as well, sneaking under his leather jacket, feeling the warmth of his back through his T-shirt.
"What did you just say?" He chuckled, his fingers weaving through my hair.
"I'm asking nicely, Masen. Don't let me fucking beg for it." I repeat his words, feel myself smirk.
"You weren't asking me anything, little Doe."
Smartass.
"Please?"
"Please what?"
"Fuck me, please." I breathe, before he leans down and tilts my head up. He kisses me deeply, hand around my neck, keeping me in place. I'm feeling more high than ever, heart pounding and thoughts all over the place as he's all-consuming, pressing me against the wall.