Two more weeks passed and things were beginning to cool down. No longer was any news story about her alone. Blossom didn't feel ready to leave the house yet, but she slowly picked herself up: the mountain of unwashed dishes had vanished and she started to meet her family for meals everyday.

She finally opened her phone and witnessed the wave of articles herself, her instagram was also filled with tag notifications and messages(mostly hate filled) so she decided to close her account altogether.

Her conscience kept pestering her, but she couldn't bring herself to talk to the victims' families. The guilt ate at her, and every night it would take forever to fall asleep. On one such night she could feel repeated taps on her window.

She went to check, and there he was, the one who had caused all this havoc in her life. She reached for the alarm button on her wrist, but she had taken it off for bedtime. What should she do? Even if they captured him another 'exchange' would insue.

'Don't. call anyone, please.' he said softly 'I'm just here for my jacket.'

'Jacket..? After a month? Fine. Maybe he leaves after that.'

Blossom turned around, grabbed his jacket under her bed and pushed it into his arms.

'There. Now you can leave.' she said, attempting to close the window.

Before she could close it, he was inside the room, sitting at her desk.

'Since I'm already here, maybe we could talk.'

Moonlight illuminated his features, and for the first time she got to study him properly. His face looked so much like her own it was distracting, but his jaw was more chiseled, all his contours sharp while her own were softened. He had muscular but lean limbs that slouched on the chair, he was very relaxed even though he stood in the enemy's home. His eyes said a different story though, steely and piercing as he watched her every move.

'Go ahead. It's not I could stop you from talking so far.'

'Is it true?' he asked, looking at her intently.

'What are you talking about?' Blossom said, genuinely confused.

'You and that..guy. Are you seeing him again?' he fidgeted uncomfortably.

'That guy..? You go ahead and kill three people then ask me if I'm seeing a guy?'

'Are. you. seeing. that guy?' he raised and approached her. 'I've heard rumors...Press.'

'We both know how the rumor bin goes.' she couldn't help herself from saying. 'And even if I did, what is it to you?'

His brow furrowed and a wave of annoyance took over his features.

'Don't play dumb.' he grimaced. ' Or are you just teasing me?'

Blossom could feel a guilty flutter of satisfaction.

'You know I'll kill him if it's true.' his composture changed.

'Killing everyone who talks to me doesn't make me more interested in sleeping with you.' she spat at him.

He got closer, Blossom retreated but he closed the space and cupped her jaw.

'No, but it sure thins down the competition.'

Blossom didn't move away, they were silent for a moment. His hand was warm, and his thumb began caressing her cheek. She felt every stroke with her entire body. 'What does he do to make me feel like this?' it's so wrong. So very wrong'

'Please, don't.' she pleaded. 'I can't do this anymore. I caused their deaths.'

'You still care? he frowned. Haven't you seen what they're saying about you in the news? '

'And they're right.'

'No, they're not. I forced you into it.'

'It was a waste of time if it didn't change your mind about them.' His hand dropped as he sat on the bed.

'What if I don't change my mind? What are you going to do?' she sat next to him.

He smirked. 'Oh, you will. I just have to change the tactic, try smarter. ' 'You're worth it.'

He grabbed her by the small of her neck and leaned in searching for her mouth. Before she could react, Blossom was drawn in by his hungry lips, and she could feel his tongue slipping between her own. It wasn't like any kiss she ever had, it send shockwaves through her whole body, and she could feel her core screaming for more. His scent enveloped her, it was so much stronger than clutching on the jacket. It was him who broke it off , and he looked ahead blinking rapidly.

'Fuck. fuck. I said I wouldn't if you don't want it.'

He looked back at Blossom, her gaze was cloudy and cheeks flushed.

'Or.. maybe you already do.'

He leaned in again, this time more purposefully and claimed her. His kiss was slow and intense, he took time to explore her mouth and nibble on her lower lip. Spurned on, Blossom reciprocated, feeling her control fade with each kiss. He pinned her on the bed, his tresses covering them and he continued the assault on her mouth. He moved down to her neck when he heard a small voice:

'I can't.'

Looking up to Blossom he could see tears pooling in her eyes.

'I can wait.'

When Blossom looked down he was already gone. The taste of him was still lingering on her lips.

He had left the jacket. She impulsively grabbed it and took a deep breath. She burried her nose into the red leather and pictured him ravaging her body on that very bed.

'...'

'What's wrong with me? I'm so fucked up.'