Chapter rated M for language and sexual content.

Chapter 17: Good Mood

I hated mornings. I hated waking up, I hated rolling out of bed, I hated brushing my hair, and I hated breakfast. I didn't like looking at anyone, and I didn't like talking to anyone.

But the next morning, for probably only the second time in my life—including the morning previous—when I woke up, I was happy. I loved mornings. I loved waking up, I loved rolling out of bed, I loved brushing my hair, and I loved breakfast. I loved looking at anyone I saw, and I loved talking to everyone.

I loved mornings because mornings meant that it was another day—and another day meant Malfoy.

My dormmates were confused. Normally when they said good morning to me, they were lucky if they got so much as a grunt out of me. But this morning, when Ainsley looked at me through the bathroom mirror where she was putting on some make up and said good morning, she stared at me through the mirror for almost fifteen seconds, speechless, after I looked up at her through the mirror, smiled, and said "good morning."

I laughed. "What's wrong?" I said when I looked at her wide eyes.

Then her wide eyes narrowed. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're going to do something to someone today, aren't you?"

I laughed—hard this time. "No," I said, shaking my head. "I'm just in a good mood."

"Rose Weasley, I have said 'good morning' to you for the past seven years. I can count on one hand the number of times you've responded. You've certainly never responded in the last year. So," she turned to me and put a hand on her hip. "That can only mean two things. You're going to do something mean to somebody, or…" Her eyes got so wide that I laughed again. "See—you're laughing—you're getting laid."

I gaped. "What?"

She lowered her voice—as if we were sharing secrets. "You and Hadley?" she asked quietly. "Finally?"

My smiled slipped. "No," I said. "Absolutely not."

"Well—"

"We broke up."

Ainsley looked actually legitimately afraid. "Oh, no…" I shook my head and smiled at the terror in her eyes.

"I broke up with him."

She let out a slow breath. "So…?"

"I'm fine," I laughed. "But I assure you, he is not the reason I'm happy."

"Well, then what—"

"Oh."

I turned and saw Meg coming through the door, looking mildly surprised.

"I… Sorry, I thought you'd gone." She wasn't looking at me, but I knew I was the one she was referring to.

"No, sorry," I said brightly. Not even Meg could get me down today. In fact, it was strange. I didn't feel that normal tightness in my chest that I felt when I saw her—that reminder that the pain was still there, no matter how suppressed. And it wasn't until Ainsley had mentioned Hadley that I realized I hadn't thought about him once since we'd parted ways yesterday. And then it dawned on me that Malfoy wasn't the only reason for my good mood: for the first time in over a year, the weight of Hadley Underwood had been lifted. I no longer hated him, and I was no longer dreading leaving my dorm because that meant I would have to see him. I felt nothing about him. I wasn't angry, happy, sad, joyful, miserable, lonely, scared. I was just—for the first time in a long time—me. Seeing Meg didn't shake me up, it didn't upset me. It just… was. "I'm on my way out now, though," I said, moving past her and ignoring the surprised look on her face. "See you guys at breakfast."

As soon as I grabbed my bag and I shut the door to the dormitory behind me, I heard their frantic whispers. I rolled my eyes with a smile and skipped down the stairs.

"Luce," I said when I saw Lucy sitting on the couch reading. She looked back at me. Even she looked vaguely surprised, and typically nothing shook up that girl. "Come on, let's get breakfast." She looked stunned for a moment before she shrugged and picked up her bag, stuffing her book in as she joined me and we clambered out of the portrait hole one after the other.

Lucy and I chatted all the way down to the Great Hall. I could tell she was shocked, but mostly confused. She kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye like she was expecting the other shoe to drop at any moment. I just kept shaking my head and laughing, which served to further confuse her. It was even funnier because Lucy was never this aware of her surroundings. And, in truth, for most of our walk down, she wasn't. She talked about Nate and school and weird stuff she'd done lately, like the last year or so hadn't happened. But there would just be those scattered moments when she would suddenly realize what was happening, and she would look at me for a few seconds, and then she would go back to chatting or listening to what I was saying.

When we finally got down to the Hall, Lucy stopped and looked at me.

"What?" I asked her, frowning.

She shrugged, looking bemused. "Gryffindor?"

Oh. Even she had known that I hardly ever sat at Gryffindor anymore. I had always thought nobody had taken note of my absence, but apparently more than a few people had.

I looked across the hall, and when I saw someone I recognized, I walked in that direction.

"Rose? Luce, hey." Nate leaned over and pecked Lucy on the cheek as I sat across from them at the table. Nate was sitting alone as he often did, reading, but like always, he had a piece of parchment next to him where he had a few things written down already. "Never miss a moment," he'd told me and Albus when we'd asked why he always had that paper next to him. "You never know when inspiration might hit."

"What's up?" Nate asked us, looking at Lucy with a strange look, though I knew he wanted to ask, "What is going on and why is Rose sitting across from us?"

"Not much," I said with a shrug, reaching forward and scooping some fried eggs onto my plate. Nate continued to look bewildered, but I just smiled and continued scooping things onto my plate and shoveling things in my mouth unconcerned.

Truthfully, even I didn't really know what had gotten into me. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I knew this new great mood had to do with 1) dropping Hadley once and for all and 2) Scorpius. Although I knew it was mainly the latter. It gave me a bit of anxiety—knowing that Scorpius had the ability to affect me like this—to basically turn me into a different person—but I embraced it. I didn't care. Scorpius made me happy, and being happy made me happy. And that fact that it was a sexy, blonde, smart, funny professor making me happy, also made me happy.

So, yes. I was happy.

And the feeling was quite foreign to me. I hadn't been truly and completely happy in a long time, and I don't think my mind knew quite how to process it. I felt giddy, and like I was outside of my body looking in. I couldn't explain it. So, here I was, eating breakfast with Nate and Lucy like it was the most normal thing any of us had ever done.

A moment later, the bench I was sitting on shook a bit as someone plopped down next to me.

"What on earth are you doing here?"

I looked over and grinned at Albus. I shrugged. "I'm hungry."

He glanced down at my plate. "Obviously."

I elbowed him in the ribcage and he laughed.

"You know this is weird right?" He looked up at Lucy and Nate who were looking back and forth between Albus and me, not wanting to agree, but clearly unable to even pretend not to. "Has anyone pointed that out to you?" He raised his eyebrows at the two people across the table from us. "No," he said as if their silence had answered. "They're too scared." He rolled his eyes and I laughed. "Well, I'll say it. You hate everyone and you hate the morning and you're sitting here across from Nate and Lucy at the Hufflepuff table like you've done this every day for seven years." He stabbed a sausage link with his fork and stuck it in his mouth. "You're being weird," he said with his mouth full.

I shrugged. "I'm just in a good mood," I said before taking a swig of pumpkin juice.

And just as if the universe had heard me, the door off to the side of the Great Hall opened and Scorpius walked in with Flitwick trailing behind him. The two professors were talking, and Scorpius didn't see me immediately, but I could see his eyes scanning the Slytherin table.

"Hmm," Albus said under his breath. "I wonder why."

Then he and Nate started talking about the inspiration that had struck Nate earlier this morning before we'd all arrived, while Lucy daydreamed, and I tried to discreetly look at the faculty table.

His eyes had moved to the Gryffindor table and when he didn't see me, I saw a small crease appear on his forehead. He looked over at Flitwick who was talking animatedly to him before he poured himself some pumpkin juice. He then glanced around the hall briefly once more, and my heart caught in my throat as his eyes landed on me.

He arched an eyebrow in question and I tried to hide my smile, looking down at my plate. I could still feel his eyes on me, so I looked up again and his brow was creased as if to say, "What's going on? What are you up to?"

I almost laughed out loud, but I withheld and instead, I did to him what he had done to me the previous morning—I did what he had done to me that had made my heart flutter and leap in my chest. It had done because he had done it here, for anyone to see, and that had scared and excited me. So I decided to return the favor.

I winked.

Later, Albus and I were sitting in Charms after having had a double dose of Transfiguration. We had been nearly bored to tears in Transfiguration so now we were sitting in Charms like a couple of antsy six-year-olds who had just gotten to leave school on a snow day and were now sitting anxiously on the bus home, just waiting, waiting, so we could go home and make a snowman.

We had decided to have a band practice later even though I desperately wanted to see Malfoy, but I figured it would be better to make him wait anyway. I was trying to make him want me, wasn't I?

I glanced over when I saw Albus rip a piece off of his parchment and slide it over to me.

Did you fuck Malfoy yet?

I squeaked, and a few heads turned in my direction including Flitwick's, but I just ducked my head and cleared my throat to cover it up.

You want to get us detention? Actually, you want me to get expelled?

I could see Albus roll his eyes when I slid the parchment back over to him.

So is that a yes?

This time, I rolled my eyes.

A lady doesn't kiss and tell.

Albus's eyes widened when I slid the note over to him.

YOU DID YOU DID

I stifled a giggle.

Albus jerked his head in my direction and stared at me with wide eyes. Then he raised both eyebrows as if to say "Well?"

Almost imperceptibly, I nodded. And if we weren't in class, I know Albus would have screamed or shaken me or hugged me or something. Instead he opted for grabbing my leg and squeezing it so hard that I made a small noise and he loosened his grip a bit.

He magicked away all the writing on the parchment and then wrote in big letters that he outlined several times: YOU ARE TELLING ME EVERYTHING.

I just smiled.

The rest of the day was relatively boring. We finished out Charms, and I had to go to Ancient Runes while Albus went off to have a free period. I still thought that he was probably snogging Lysander during that free period, but every time I suggested it he was adamant that he had ended things between them once and for all. "In fact"—he'd told me—"Fergie and I made a date for the first Hogsmeade weekend."

I was insanely happy about that. Fergie was a good guy and he was smoking hot. I remember nearly wanting to cry when I found out that he and Albus had more of a chance together than he and I had ever or would ever have. Lysander was also pretty good looking. He had thick blonde hair that flopped on the top of his head and his eyes were purple—not blue, they were too rich to just be blue—his eyes were purple. And he did have nice lips, I would give that to Albus. But still. He was mean and catty and Albus could do remarkably better. Like sexy, funny, adorable Fergus Bossenen, who was not only hot, but he worshipped Albus.

As soon as Runes was over, I rushed down to the Great Hall to meet Al for dinner. We had made a date for me to tell him everything about what had happened with Malfoy, and I was itching to tell anybody.

I spotted Albus's black hair pretty quickly, and I rushed—practically ran—over to the Slytherin table where he was sitting. I slid onto the bench next to him and grabbed his forearm.

"Hey," I said breathlessly. "I have so much to tell you—"

I was cut off when I saw that Albus had been talking to the person across from him. He looked at me apologetically and then back at the person. I turned my head.

Lysander.

Of course.

For a moment, I was tempted to just tell both of them about what had happened. That was how badly I wanted to tell somebody about Scorpius and me. That moment passed quickly, though. Not only did I know I couldn't trust anyone but Albus, but I just didn't like Lysander, and I didn't want him knowing a secret about my life.

I sighed.

"Hey, Ly," I said, turning on the bench so I could face him. I started scooping food onto my plate as Lysander laughed.

"Don't act so happy to see me."

Obviously he didn't get how very unhappy I was to see him at almost all points in time.

"We were just talking about jamming tonight, actually," Albus said to cover up the fact that I wasn't going to appease Lysander by saying I was happy to see him. Albus was always trying to make the waters between Ly and me smooth. He knew they were pretty choppy now, especially after I'd seen the two of them together the other night.

"I…"

I had planned on sneaking into Malfoy's office tonight.

As if he knew exactly what I had in mind, Albus's eyes widened a bit. "Unless you have plans?"

Lysander snorted. "It's not like she has any other friends but us."

I scowled at him. "It's not like I have any other friends but Albus, I think you mean. I—"

"If you can't come, it's completely fine," Albus interrupted me before I could spout off any more angry words at Lysander. I ignored the hurt and confused look on Lysander's face that he had adopted after my previous comment. Dick.

"No," I snapped, stabbing at the string beans in front of me. "I can't very well leave the two of you alone to jam, now can I?" I arched an eyebrow at Albus and then looked at Lysander who at least had the decency to blush. I rolled my eyes when his cheeks pinked, but it did please me.

"Erm…"

"I'll be there," I said. "I'll just postpone my other plans."

Lysander looked up at me like he wanted to ask what other plans I had, but after a moment he seemed to think better of it, and he just sighed and looked down at his plate.

Albus glanced at Lysander out of the corner of his eyes to make sure he wasn't looking before he looked at me and mouthed "Malfoy?"

I nodded, and I couldn't help it when the smile crept up on my face. I then glanced up to the faculty table to see if I could sneak a peek at him. I hadn't even looked when I'd come in, which was abnormal because I almost always sought him out instantly, like my eyes were drawn to him. I looked up and saw that his normal seat was vacant.

"Already left," Albus murmured to me. I frowned.

That must have been why I hadn't immediately looked for him. It was like my body had known he wasn't there before the rest of my mind had caught up—like I was so attuned to him that I knew when he was or wasn't in the room. I shivered at the thought.

"Amazing session, guys," I said with a grin as I adjusted the messy bun I had pulled my hair into halfway through our practice when I'd gotten too hot. Some loose strands had fallen out and I was trying to get them back in while the guys grinned and nodded.

Lysander threw his drumsticks down and I happened to glance at him while I was still adjusting my hair. I caught him looking at Albus with a heated look. Anger shot through me.

"Al," I said suddenly, even though he was talking to Nate. Nate just smiled at both of us and said goodbye before grabbing his stuff and heading out the door. For some reason, I got a warm feeling in my stomach thinking about Nate being high on that amazing practice and then going to see Lucy.

Get a grip, I told myself.

"What's up?" Al said. I watched Lysander slowly pack up his stuff from where he was still sitting behind his drum set.

"I just… Well, I…" I really needed to go down to see Malfoy. It was getting late and I had to wake up early for an early morning Quidditch practice at Hugo's insistence after the last disastrous practice. But I also didn't want Albus ending up alone in here with Lysander.

"Did you…"

Then Albus saw me quickly glance at Lysander, and he rolled his eyes.

"You can leave us alone in the same room."

"Can I?" I hissed. "He's been giving you eyes since practice ended, probably before that."

Albus glanced over his shoulder and caught Lysander looking at the two of us. He ducked his head quickly.

"See," I said. Albus just rolled his eyes again.

"It's fine, Rose," he said quietly. "Me and him are over."

"Swear?"

Albus laughed and held up his hand. "Hand to God."

I sighed in relief. "Okay, I have to go."

Albus arched an eyebrow. "Where are you off to all flushed and in a rush?"

I paused for a few beats. "You know where," I said. Albus grinned so widely I thought his face would split in half. "Oh, shut up," I said, turning away and heading toward the door. "No funny business," I called as I swung the door to the room shut behind me.

I was in the dungeons so quickly it was almost as if I had apparated. For a second, I got confused and thought that I accidentally had. But then I realized I was being ridiculous and, among other things, you couldn't apparate inside Hogwarts grounds. I sighed and walked through the darkened Potions classroom. I lit my wand and frowned when I saw no sliver of light coming from under Scorpius's office door.

I tried the door and it opened smoothly. Why wouldn't he lock his door? Anyone could come in.

I walked through his dark office and found that the door that led to his quarters was also unlocked. I pushed through it, and locked it behind me when I stepped inside and shut it behind me. Then I looked into the room and was quite confused. The door led to the sitting room that I hadn't been in before. A fire was going, but Scorpius wasn't there. There was a book sitting open on its face on a table between his sofa and the fireplace as if he had just been there. But he was nowhere to be seen.

I walked further on to where his bedroom was. I opened the door and saw there was a candle lit on his end table, but he was also nowhere to be found in this room.

That was when I heard the shower running from the bathroom that was adjacent to his bedroom. I walked up to the door and bit my lower lip as I pressed my ear to the door.

A feeling that was still a bit foreign to me shot through me. It started right in the center of my chest and radiated out to the rest of my body until it settled at the very bottom of my hands and feet—at my fingertips and the very tips of my toes. It was strongest in my stomach. It was like a small fireball had settled at the pit of my stomach and it created strange sensations in the radius that it covered, including the heat between my legs.

I sighed and dropped my bag next to the door before I pushed into the bathroom.

It was like déjà vu.

There he was, the sexiest man I had ever seen, water cascading down his back as he ran his hands through his blonde hair and rinsed his body.

My mouth actually started to water as I watched him, and that feeling of lust that had become so familiar to me over the last couple days seemed to bloom as I watched him. I remembered those hands running through my hair, making me feel wild with want and desire—feelings that were still confusing to me because I had absolutely never felt them so strongly before, if at all. He made me feel like I had never felt before, like if I didn't touch him soon, my hand would just deteriorate, like it couldn't live without touching him.

Sensing my gaze, Scorpius suddenly turned around and looked at me. He looked mildly startled for a moment before his surprise turned into a lazy grin and he turned and shut the water off in the shower. He pulled a towel from in front of the shower around so he could towel off his hair and then put it around his waist. It didn't matter. I'd already seen it all before. The thought made me blush.

He stepped out of the shower and immediately reached forward to brush my cheek. My heart fluttered and I inhaled sharply.

"You're blushing," he said, his voice husky. I didn't say anything. My voice had gone, stolen by the power he had over me.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine in a sweet hello kiss.

It wasn't enough.

As he started to pull away, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him down into a deep kiss. He sighed and gripped my hips, pulling me toward him. Pleasure coursed through me and the whimper I released was entirely involuntary.

It started off sweet and gentle at first, our lips caressing each other. It still made me breathless, but it wasn't until he licked my lips to urge them open that my whole body started to tremble and ignite from what was passing between us. I opened my mouth and his tongue swept in, sending shivers through me as he held me close and kissed me deeply.

I reached up to slide my hands in his wet hair and the sigh he released excited me as I pulled him closer. I needed him to be closer.

I broke the kiss, panting, and his mouth went down to my neck as his hands slid down from my hips and behind me so he could cup my arse. He pulled me against him and I felt him there. He wanted me, and I wanted him, and as good as his mouth and tongue felt running along my jaw and up and down my neck, I wanted more. I wanted to feel what I'd felt the other night. I wanted to feel him pushing deep inside, pulling at the desire that had been hidden up until a few nights ago—pulling at it until I couldn't take it anymore. I moaned at the thought and he gripped my arse tighter for a moment before his hands slid down to the back of my thighs so he could lift me up.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and attached my mouth to his again with a small whine. He released a quiet, low growl. I sensed that we were moving, but I was too focused on the way my body was responding to notice or care that we weren't staying in the bathroom.

A moment later, my back hit something soft, and Scorpius gripped my legs to move them off of him.

I groaned in disappointment, but it quickly became a groan of pleasure when he began pulling my shoes and socks off. I watched him, my blood on fire as it coursed through me. I wanted him so badly that it scared me a bit. The feeling of desire and lust and wanting someone so much that it was painful was completely foreign to me. My mind and my body didn't know how to process it, and that unknown made my limbs shake and my heart pound uncontrollably.

Scorpius reached up to unbutton my jeans and then he moved to pull them down from the ankle. I sighed as he tossed them over his shoulder and then crawled up over me. Miraculously, he still had that towel around his waist, so bravely, I reached forward and pulled it off.

I looked down and saw that he was completely hard. My mouth fell open. It amazed me that he'd been inside me—that my body hadn't rejected something so impressive and intrusive. I then reached forward and ran my hands down his sculpted chest. I felt the muscles ripple beneath my fingertips as Scorpius's eyes fluttered slightly at my touch.

Scorpius Malfoy was naked, hovering above me, eyes filled with lust and need. For me. This was happening. Again.

Scorpius then reached down and gripped the hem of my t-shirt. When he did, his fingertips brushed my bare skin and I couldn't help but whimper again. It felt so good. Just the brush of his skin on mine—and knowing what that brush meant. I almost whimpered again, but I withheld it, choosing to bite the inside of my cheek instead.

Scorpius was watching my every move as he pulled my shirt over my head and I was laying there in my bra and panties, panting with need, my cheeks, neck, and chest red. He was kneeling between my legs, and slowly—too slowly—he began to run his fingers up and down my legs. My eyes fluttered shut, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back my pleas for more. It felt good what he was doing, but it was agonizingly sweet torture.

I was breathing heavily, panting with need as heat pooled between my legs. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted it more than anything. I needed it. But he just continued to caress my legs. I sighed and squirmed, and he smirked before leaning down and capturing my mouth with his. I opened my mouth immediately and his tongue slid lazily against mine. It wasn't enough.

I arched into him—hoping to press him inside of me—and then I squeaked in surprise and pleasure when he slipped a finger into me.

He began pumping the finger in and out of me so slowly, so I pressed my palms against the headboard of his bed and pushed myself down onto this finger, trying to get more friction. He growled at the action and nipped at my bottom lip.

He then slipped another finger inside right as he brought his thumb and brushed my nub, making me moan and arch off the bed. He pumped slowly at first, massaging my nub as he did so. I was writhing beneath him and he pulled back to watch me, his eyes almost black with pleasure.

He picked up his pace, watching me as I started to come undone, pushing my hips toward his fingers, pleasure shooting through every inch of my body. It felt so good. How had I gone this long without feeling this? How had I waited almost 18 years to not experience bliss? Scorpius tore his eyes away from mine for a moment to look down and watch his fingers move in and out of me. It was such a turn on, and I couldn't take it. I needed release.

"Scorpius…"

It was only when I moaned his name in the room that was only filled with both of our pants and gasps that I realized that was the first word I'd spoken since I'd come into his quarters. His head snapped up to meet my eyes, and when he saw the need in them, he curled is fingers up as he pulled them out, causing pleasure to lance through me. I moaned loudly. He repeated that motion just a few more times and my legs stretched in front of me and I arched my neck and pressed my head into his pillow as the orgasm crashed through me.

Scorpius pressed his mouth against mine and swallowed my moan, rolling his tongue over mine as I tried to recover. I didn't get much time to do so, however, because a moment later, Scorpius pulled back, hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down quickly. Before I even knew what was happening, his head was between my legs and I was crying out.

"Scorpius—what—"

It was too much. His mouth flicking at that bundle of nerves, licking at my folds, darting inside me occasionally—I couldn't take it. My hands flew down and gripped his blonde hair.

"No, Scorpius… It's…" Too much, I wanted to tell him. My body wouldn't be able to take it. It felt so good that it almost hurt. I tried to clamp my legs shut, but he reached out and grabbed my knees, forcing my legs open as he continued his torturous assault. "So good, ah…" I moaned. Then he took my nub and sucked on it, and my grip in his hair tightened as I made a choked sob in the back of my throat and my back arched and I came hard.

Scorpius continued to lick slowly as I came, extending my orgasm, making my legs shake as I moaned continuously, absorbing all the pleasure of the most intense moment of my life.

After I was finally able to relax into Scorpius's bed, he gave one final lick, making me keen a bit, before he pulled his head away from between my legs. He smiled and deliberately wiped his mouth, making me blush fiercely.

"How was that?" he asked huskily. My body was still humming. How did he think it was?

I looked at him, sexy, blonde hair mussed from me gripping it, his face flushed with want, and I gave him a coy smile even though I could hardly think straight.

"It was okay," I said, my voice hoarse.

He arched an eyebrow. "Oh, really, it was okay?" I nodded, and he shifted so that he was in between my legs, his arms braced on the sides of my shoulders, his face about a foot from mine. "So you moaning my name," he said as he reached one hand down to line himself up at my entrance. I felt his tip just barely brushing against my entrance. I tried to move but he grabbed my hip to still me. "You just wanted me to make sure I remembered my own name?"

"Scorpius…" I breathed. I'd just orgasmed twice, but I still wanted more. I wanted him inside. Now.

"Ah, there it is again," he said. He brushed up against my entrance again and I arched off the bed. He leaned in close so he could run his nose and mouth along my jaw. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice near a growl. I whimpered.

"You," I said.

"Me?" he said, nipping at my earlobe and making me squirm. "But I'm just okay," he said, his breath ghosting across my neck. "Surely you want more than just okay."

"You're amazing," I breathed. I was panting with want. I reached down and tried to grab him to push him into me, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.

"Amazing, huh?" He leaned down a grabbed my lower lip between his teeth.

"Yes," I said when he let it go.

Then he plunged in and it felt so good that I thought I would have another orgasm right then and there. I arched, my whole body straining, as I cried out.

I didn't understand. How did this feel so good? How did my body just submit to his will like this? How did my body even know what to do and how to respond? Because this was like nothing—nothing else in the world felt this good. But it was incredible.

I came again soon, and he quickly followed. We spent the rest of the night like that. Together. And me not knowing exactly what to do, but just letting my body and his take me there.

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