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I did not know how long I had been staring at the TV before I realized it wasn't even on. The remote was still clenched tightly in my hand, but I made no move for the power button. The drone of the TV's company did not sate my desire for social interaction. Normally I liked to be alone, but lately my solitude had left an unsettling feeling deep within me. It was as if my isolation had found a slit in my skin and was slowly tearing me open.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, thumbing through my contacts in search of Jace's name. My thumb hovered over the call button. Would I be killed if I tried to spend the day with my brother, even if I had no intention of telling him anything about Magnus or the others? Certainly they'd be on high alert. What if Magnus thought I was going to betray our promise? What if he never spoke to me again?

As I moved to shut my phone off, something caught my eye. The number of contacts in my phone was limited. I knew, by heart, that Isabelle, my sister, was listed right above Jace. And directly below him followed Maryse, my mother, and Robert, my father. But there was an extra name. Right between Jace and Maryse.

Magnus.

My heart skipped a beat at the same time my stomach did a flip. I stared at his name for an eternity, wondering how it had gotten there. But it occurred to me that Magnus had had access to my phone when Raphael had confiscated my backpack. He'd made a risky move and entered his number into my phone. But why? Magnus had told me that he trusted me. I dared to wonder if there was some other underlying feeling that had persuaded Magnus to give me a way to talk to him. Privately.

I opened up a new message and let my fingers flit over the keys. There was a moment of hesitation before I pushed the send button.

Hello?

Not even half a minute later my phone buzzed with a reply.

Alexander.

His voice rang clear in my head as I read his text. I could hear the lilt as he said my name. Just staring at the screen made heat creep into my cheeks.

Took you long enough, he said.

I didn't realize there was something to look for, I answered honestly.

Glad you caught on.

My head swirled. I tried to think of a witty reply, but Magnus texted first.

Do you need something?

My heart sank. I couldn't decipher Magnus's tone from his text. Was he irritated that I had bothered him? Or was he genuinely concerned about me? Maybe interested in my reason for texting him?

I took a shaky breath as I inched myself toward the proverbial cliff.

Come to my apartment?

The time that lapsed between our responses made me instantly nervous. I chewed on my fingernails as I waited. When my phone finally buzzed, I could barely bring myself to look at the screen, dreading what he would say next.

Apartment number?

I numbly typed in my reply. I'd have been lying if I said he hadn't shocked the hell out of me. He didn't send another text after that, but I waited for a long time anyway. Then, like a slap to the head, it dawned on me that he was probably on his way at that moment. I scrambled to my feet and bolted around the apartment in a hasty attempt to make the place presentable. I'd just hidden my dirty laundry in my closet when I heard a knock at the door.

I froze. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought I was standing on top of an earthquake from the way my body trembled. With shaking legs I made my way to the front door and slowly opened it.

Magnus stood in the hallway, smiling down at me with his crooked smile that turned my insides to mush. He inclined his head. "Alexander."

"H-hello," I stammered.

Upon my invitation he stepped into the apartment. His movements were slow and cautious as he looked around. My eyes roamed over his body as his back was turned, devouring the broadness of his shoulders, the firm curve of his ass, the—

"Nice place you got here," Magnus said, interrupting my visual gratification.

"Thank you." I felt the maddening flush in my cheeks again. "My parents forced me to live here."

"How rude of them." Magnus's tone was slightly bitter. "Is your brother here?"

I blanched at him. "I— What?"

"I hate to think that this is some sort of ambush." He reached behind him and pulled out a gun. He showed the weapon to me, but he did not aim it at me. "Do not think that I won't use this. I will if I have to. Now. Is your brother here?"

"No."

"Why did you ask me to come here?"

In my nervousness, I said the first thing that came to my mind. "I have something for you. To show you my appreciation for saving my skin in the park last night."

After another quick look around, Magnus put his gun away. "Is that so?"

Shit. What the hell am I supposed to give him? "Yeah. Wait here."

I hurried into the kitchen, where I felt Magnus's eyes on me the entire time. The first thing that caught my eye was the chocolate bar I had bought several nights ago, before I had even met Magnus. I picked it up and walked back to him, the chocolate bar outstretched.

"Thank you again. For saving me," I said.

Magnus took the small rectangle from me. His face was twisted up, like he was trying really hard not to laugh.

"I've got some cash in my wallet if you prefer..."

"No, no." Magnus waved his hand and grinned at me. "This is perfect. And you're welcome. For saving you." He set the chocolate on a nearby end table. "I've never met anyone like you before, Alexander."

My answer sounded more like a question. "Thank you?"

He stepped closer to me. "There's something I've been wondering."

My pulse pounded in my throat. "Yeah?"

Knocking at the door interrupted Magnus before he could reply. We both looked at the door, startled. When I glanced up at Magnus I saw his expression was suspicious and frightened. I didn't blame him; there was only one person who would drop by for a visit.

Raising my finger to my lips, I grabbed Magnus's wrist and pulled him into the kitchen. I opened the pantry door and motioned for him to get inside. He gave me a questioning look but stepped into the space without argument. I closed the pantry and rushed to answer the door.

"Hey, brother!" Jace grinned broadly.

"Jace? What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by for a visit." Jace pushed his way into the apartment before I could think up an excuse.

"Now is really not a good time," I called to his back.

Jace plopped onto a chair in the living room and looked over at me. "Don't you ever take a break from studying?"

I moved into the living room, determined to drag my brother from the chair if I had to. "I'm not studying. It's something more important. Can you please just leave?"

Jace got up, eyeing my curiously. I casually looked over my shoulder at the pantry. The doors were still closed, but I realized that all Magnus had to do was pull out his gun, open the door a crack, and take aim. On the other hand, if Jace found out Magnus was here, Magnus would be trapped.

"What's up with you?" Jace asked.

"I'm—" I scrambled for something convincing. "I'm meeting a girl. Here. I need you to go."

Jace's face was blank for a second before he threw his head back and laughed. "That's my boy! Why didn't you say so?"

"It's still sinking in," I said breathlessly.

"Can I meet her?"

"No!" I herded Jace toward the door. "I mean, there's no point. She's not sticking around very long, if you know what I mean."

Jace twisted to curl his arm around my neck and ruffle my hair, the way he used to when we were kids. "I'm so proud of you."

"I've got quite the role model to look up to."

Jace turned as I shoved him out the door and gave me a salute. "Have fun," he said with a wink, before turning and walking down the hall.

"I will." I watched him disappear around the corner before slamming the door shut and locking it. I hurried to the pantry and threw open the doors. Magnus was pressed against the wall, his gun in hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was coming."

Magnus let out a deep breath. "I was beginning to think I'd put my trust in the wrong person." He put his gun away and stepped out of the pantry. "I should probably go."

My mouth bobbed open and closed as I fumbled for something to say. "Wait! You wanted to ask me something."

Magnus stopped in the entry way and wiped his hand over his face. "I think you pretty much answered my question."

"Ask me anyway," I begged.

Magnus sighed. "I wanted to know if you're like me."

"I don't understand."

Magnus turned suddenly and stepped closer to me, pushing me back against the wall. I was hyper-aware of the minimal space between my body and Magnus's. His hands were braced against the wall just beside my head, his arms creating a barricade around me. I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

"Are you like me?" he asked again.

"Like you?"

He dipped his face closer to mine. "Like me."

And then he was kissing me. I closed my eyes against the softness of his lips. His moved against mine in a perfectly synchronized dance. I felt his tongue slip past my lips and into my mouth. He groaned as he tasted me. I sighed against his mouth.

Magnus slid one hand down to fist his fingers in my hair. I reached up and touched his jaw, the stubble on his skin prickling my fingertips. His other hand moved to cup the back of my neck, holding me in place. He slowly pulled his mouth away, nipping gently at my bottom lip.

"You're like me," he whispered.

I nodded, breathless, as I finally understood his question. "I'm like you."

His crooked smile melted my heart and made me weak in the knees. His mouth dove for mine again, and I welcomed the invasion of his tongue. As he kissed me, his hand slid down my back and rested on my ass. I moaned when he gave a gentle squeeze.

Abruptly his hands moved to grab the hem of my shirt. He had it up and over my head before I could move to help him. He dropped the shirt to the floor and pushed me up against the wall, his arms wrapped around me and our mouths molded together.

"Magnus, I've never done this before," I said between kisses.

Magnus pulled away and looked down into my eyes. "You're a virgin?"

I felt heat creep into my cheeks. "Don't say it like that."

"You've never had sex?"

I shook my head, and Magnus surprised me by smiling. He hooked his fingers into my belt loops and pulled my pelvis against his. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

He took my hand and asked me to point out the way to the bedroom. My heart was racing so fast it made me dizzy. Once at our destination, Magnus turned and kissed me again. I wasn't aware of him pushing me toward the bed until I fell back against the mattress. Magnus positioned himself over me and began moving his mouth downward. I sighed as he kissed my neck. He planted a trail of soft kisses across my collarbone before sweeping his tongue over my nipple. I jumped and let out a gasp. Magnus chuckled and continued moving his lips toward my navel. I heard the clinking of my belt buckle as he moved to unclasp the leather.

My stomach was doing flips, but I did not want him to stop. I knew what was coming next, and I was terrified. But I wanted to be at Magnus's mercy. I wanted to be with him.

Magnus unzipped my pants and slid them down my legs, pulling my underwear with them. I turned my face away, embarrassed, as he tugged them off my ankles and dropped them to the floor. He repositioned himself so he was above me. He reached down and turned my face gently so I was looking up at him. His mouth pressed over mine again. I closed my eyes, losing myself to his touch. I felt the touch of his hand on my belly like fireworks against my skin. Slowly his fingers crept downward until they wrapped around me.

I gasped and broke away from the kiss, my eyes wide. He looked down at me with a reassuring smile. His hand remained wrapped around my shaft.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered.

All I could do was shake my head. Magnus lowered his mouth to my ear and drew his tongue over the lobe. I sucked in a breath. He nipped at the sensitive tissue and slowly began pumping his hand up and down. I could feel myself steadily growing harder. My breath hitched in my throat and I began to move my hips in rhythm with my hand.

All of a sudden Magnus flipped me onto my stomach. He lifted my hips from the mattress and grabbed my length again, continuing his pumping. I lifted myself onto my elbows as my body rocked forward and back. Magnus draped himself over me and kissed the back of my neck.

"Does it feel good?"

"God, yes."

He took his free hand and reached around to tease my nipple. I moaned at the assault of sensations. I could feel it. The growing flutter in the pit of my belly. Magnus sensed I was close and picked up his speed. My breath came in shallow pants as I neared my orgasm. His name passed my lips as a desperate cry.

"Come, Alex."

His words triggered my release. I arched my back as my body went rigid, tremors of intense pleasure wracking every muscle. Magnus did not still his hand until my climax ended and I sagged forward, barely able to hold myself up. A droplet of sweat trickled down my face and splattered against the bed sheet.

His body still pressed against mine, Magnus began planting kisses across my shoulder blades. He reached both hands up and massaged my pectoral muscles. He rocked his hips against my ass, and I felt myself growing hard again. Magnus's weight disappeared for a moment before I felt the heat of his naked skin against my back. I could still feel the roughness of his jeans.

"Do you want this, Alex?"

My voice was barely a whisper. "Yes."

I turned onto my side as Magnus stepped off the bed. He unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. My eyes roamed his naked chest, drinking in the curve of his muscles. They found the trail of dark hair extending from his navel beneath his underwear. Agonizingly slowly, Magnus shimmed out of his boxers. My eyes darted up to his face as more heat flooded my cheeks. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by his arousal.

Magnus crawled back onto the mattress and rolled me onto my back. He stroked the side of my face, whispering that it was okay. I arched my neck, a silent request for him to kiss me. He obliged. His mouth sealed over mine and our tongues moved against each other.

All too soon he was rolling me over again. I raised myself onto all fours as Magnus grabbed my hips. I couldn't help the twinge of fear that passed through me when I felt his tip press against me.

He kissed the small of my back and said, "Just relax."

I bit down on my lip as he slowly entered me. His fingers dug until my hips as he held me in place. Finally I felt Magnus's thighs against my own. He held still, instructing me to take deep breaths as my body stretched around him. The pain and discomfort slowly began to subside, but when Magnus reached around and began stroking me I no longer noticed either.

I reached down and grabbed his wrist, stilling his movement. "Magnus. Move. Please."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I let go of his wrist and braced myself.

Magnus slowly withdrew and thrust back into me. We groaned at the same time. I rocked back against him as he undulated, his rhythm slow and steady.

"Fuck, Alex," Magnus moaned. "You feel so good."

"Magnus, please," I panted. "Harder."

He obliged without question. It was all I could do not to cry out in ecstasy as he slammed into me again and again. Magnus picked up the pace and began stroking me again. I could feel my impending orgasm. Magnus thrust harder and faster. I moaned his name over and over until he pushed me over the brink. He continued pumping as my body shuddered. He gasped my name and thrust one final time. I felt him twitch inside me, followed by a burst of heat.

We remained still as we caught our breath. Magnus slowly pulled out of me and I winced at the uncomfortable sensation. I collapsed face-down on the mattress. I felt a great satisfaction from the pleasure, but at the same time I felt exhausted. And part of me was thrilled that I'd finally had sex, but a fraction of me was appalled by who I'd had sex with.

Magnus, who was curled up beside me, reached over and gently turned me over. He kissed me again, long and deep, before wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against him. I nestled against his warmth and inhaled his scent. Though there was something so comfortable, so familiar, about being at Magnus's side, I reminded myself not to get too attached. There was no telling if I'd see Magnus again after this.

I tried not to let that thought nag me.

"Magnus?" I whispered.

"Hmm?"

I buried my face against his chest. "Will you stay for a little while?"

Magnus kissed my hair and surprised me by saying, "I wouldn't have it any other way."