IMPORTANT - be sure to take a look at these chapter notes before reading!

So, with the recent release of the new Hunie Direct video from Hunie Dev, there have been a few updates to game lore. I'm going to do my best to work those changes into my stories to make them fit. I mean, they're big, but for those of you who've seen the video, you'll see what I mean.

Please enjoy the newest chapter. Fans of Lillian might like this one!

Green Eyes

At last, there was something to smile about. A day of calm and good fortune, or so it felt. Nikki's video games didn't hold the same confusion as usual – and Mike was all too happy to watch her grind through level after level of a beat up hold house with a flashlight. The protagonist? Strangely Nikki-like in fact, blue hair and glasses. The supporting character? He looked a little too familiar.

"Andrea was right here a moment ago…. The lights went out and when they came back on…."

The plot? Five friends, four girls and one guy. Something about a bunch of murders twenty years ago and getting to the bottom of it. There was a name for this kind of game – but Mike was almost clueless. An RJP? RLG? No – the answer wasn't coming.

Still, he couldn't help but feel warmed over the sight of Nikki's enthusiasm.

"What's this game called? Call me curious. It's pretty neat how you keep switching between the blonde guy and the girl wearing the sweater and glasses."

A pair called 'Nelly' and 'Mark' strangely enough. A connection here, perhaps. There had to have been. Mike didn't push it through – he sat back and waited.

Bloody letters flashed up on screen, a gruesome pause menu touched to the core with chilling, atmospheric, choir music. Damn it was unnerving. Whoever made this game had the sound design down. That much was damn sure.

"This? It's a new Survival Horror RPG! They call it 'Gallows Hill'. You can totally customize the character's appearances and stats. It's soooo good. Multiple endings too!"

With a press of the large circular button of the controller, the pause screen faded out in a sea of gray, leaving a sinister laugh behind. "I've got Nelly and Mark investigating the main hall…. There was a blackout and at the time, I wasn't controlling Andrea… She went missing."

Andrea – a girl in a red mini-skirt with the 'Underachiever' class. Mike had seen that much during his backseat role. She hadn't done much in the first chapter, but she did have a flick knife – the group's only weapon, not to mention an important set of door keys.

"I get it…. That's why you have the other two girls, Tilly and Karen exploring upstairs. They scoped out the rooms and now you need the keys Andrea found in the fireplace beside the moose head."

"That's right," Nikki chuckled softly, a look of pleasant surprise gracing her features. "You were paying attention after all!"

Well, halfway toward attention at least. "Of course I wa-"

Smooth, melodic vocals, muffled but still distinct in their deliciousness, cut Mike off. Nikki paused the game again, a slight roll of the eyes showing her discomfort.

"Keep on playing. It's all good." Mike tried his best to ignore her indignant look, reaching into his pocket. A glance at his Huniebee delivered him the sight of Lillian's profile – her snarky smile unmistakable. "It's a text message. Give me a moment and I'll be right with you again."

To business he went, sweeping aside the main page, doing his best to ignore the four beating hearts or the list of likes and dislikes. Despite all of their arguments, her affection meter still kept going up. At least, it looked to be that way.

As usual, she was her fine, polite self. Not as bitchy and mean as Audrey, nope, but bratty and whiny through and through. Some things didn't change no matter how long two people spent apart.

'Like, oh my god. Where the heck are you, cuz? I've like, totally had to cab into town and sort out some shit. Next time you go out all night, partying or something… be sure to let me know, yeah? Whatevs…. You wanna be laaame then fine… but we could head back home together if you're out already? Text back. Kisses and shit. X x x'

Of course, Lillian was complaining about him not going home last night. Well, there was the signal at least – the big flashing red light warning the elder cousin to go meet up with the younger, moody troublemaker.

Sometimes she needed taking care of a damn sight more than an eighteen year old should've.

Sighing, Mike shook the thought from his head. You couldn't pick family, right? Working in overtime, his fingers tapping against the screen, he set to work putting together a reply.

'Sorry I didn't let you know Lilli. It wasn't exactly planned or anything but… something came up. Alright, meeting's good. You name the place and I'll come find you. I'm not far from the Downtown district right now so I'll get to you as soon as I can. Mikey. x x x'

With the message sent, he returned to the sound of hurried voices, atmospheric music and uneasy footsteps. The protagonists of Nikki's game looked to be exploring some kind of old, dusty drawing room with an old soot-ridden fireplace. Nothing more than a pair of struggling bulbs illuminated their search.

"Who was that?"

Nikki's voice broke through, snapping Mike from the game. Nervy at first, he slipped his phone aside. Ann-Marie had that look again, like a detective on the case. Yet it was weird. Was that jealousy in her tone of voice?

"Just my cousin." Mike shrugged off her deep, thoughtful stare with a cool, carefree smile. "We're living together and damn does she like to make her presence known. Can't go a day without her needing something."

Kind of like a lost puppy. A moody, snarky little puppy with an aversion to going outside in daylight hours. A puppy that always followed you around, growling at you one minute and then followed you home the next, but a very important four-legged friend all the same.

The thought of it tickled. Before Mike knew it, he had to hold back a snort of laughter.

"What's so funny? You're acting awfully weird today."

Again Nikki was on the ball – the game paused for what must've been the third time as she set down the controller and fastened the top button of her scruffy pyjamas.

"Nothing… but I might have to head out soon. Wish I could sit here with you the rest of the day, but I really should get back home… see if Markus comes back with anything useful."

"Oh, okay…." The girl gamer looked disappointed – sounded it too. "Don't feel pressured to go or anything. I'm not working again until tomorrow afternoon, so… if you like."

Her cheeks lit up with the passionate red of a stoplight – damn near glowing in the dim light of the room. "You could stay again and we could o-"

"Thanks for the offer," Mike silenced her with a soft, sweet finger against the lips, leaning in with the smile of a true gentleman, brushing his lips against her cheek. "Think we had a good time last night though, right? I'll…"

Arms slid around his back, the tightened grip of fingers digging tightly, almost longingly into the fabric of his shirt. Nikki rested her head against his shoulder, nervous, unsure.

"Call me the second you find something, okay? I know I'm not the best when it comes to dealing with… well… anything… but I want to help you, Mike. You're… not as bad as people make you out to be."

The way Nikki kept being stuck between mousey quiet and compassion never stopped being sweet. An introvert she sure was, but a kind, considerate introvert at heart waited beyond the surface for those with enough patience to look deeper.

"You'll be the first person I call, guaranteed. I mean, fuck…. I'm running short on people to trust… but you're definitely one of them."

Mike returned her warmth, squeezing Nikki tight. "I should pay you back for all you've done so far…. Never known someone make such an effort… messaging me like you did… the fox mask…."

"Just…."

The Barista froze up, snuggling against Mike's chest. "When you find out who did this just… be sure you do the right thing, okay? Don't let crap like this twist you up…. People are assholes. Someone willing to go this far isn't worth your time Mike… They're beneath you."

Were his feelings really so easy to read? Either that or Nikki was even sharper a judge of character than people gave her credit for.

"It's scary how well you have me figured out. Damn, I don't want to kick whoever did this into the ground. My fans are more important… the band, and poor Charlotte."

He hadn't seen or heard a word from his quirky, one night stand since they parted ways, not even a message on Third Betrayal's website to show she'd seen the fabled video. There were plenty of ways to describe a girl like Charlotte – somebody so uniquely unusual and off in her own little world, but she seemed lovely despite all that. No one deserved their picture, their face, their body plastered across a page for everyone to see.

Nikki gave him a short boop on the forehead with her fingertip, shuffling back to grab her controller again. "See? Your heart's in the right place. Makes me even happier to stick by you through all this."

Mike found his eyes drawn back to the game. Nelly grabbed Mark by the hand, leading him further down the dusty, cobwebbed corridors, and into a mouldy rain-damaged kitchen. There they stood, staring into the blacked abyss of a set of downward leading stone steps.

"Andrea might be down here," Nelly spoke weakly, eying her smoothly dressed blonde companion. "If we find her then we're one step closer to getting out of this-"

Again, there came a vibration from the pocket of Mike's pants. Talk about timing. Gallows Hill looked to be reaching a really good part, too. Bringing out his phone, he flicked to the message screen.

"Lillian…."

With a swipe of the finger, his eyes widened just the slightest bit.

'Like, my god. Bet you were balls deep again last night, right? Not that it matters or anything… unless it was Belrose. Ewwww, skank alert. Oh, FYI! I'm chillin' in the mall over by the vending machines. Come meet me, kay? Then we can go home together. Ciao! Laters! X x x'

Shaking his head, Mike put his phone away. "Yeah… I have to get going."

Nikki glanced over from bloodied screen, sideways shuffling on her butt like a bispecticled crab. Leaning on a contortionists angle against Mike's shoulder, she placed a terse peck against his cheek.

"Safe journey. If I find anything else, I'll let you know."

He kissed her back.

"Thanks! Enjoy the rest of your game."

Everything seemed alive and well within the mall, its stores alive with the hustle and bustle of people. A slew of voices rang muffled together into a single impossible to understand mass. All while shoppers went about their bargain .hunting Mike was used to it. Hell, he'd been here so many times before to get his hair styled, but the extra scores today made it harder to find someone in the crowd.

How tricky was it to find a pasty-skinned girl decked from head to toe in black? Especially when she had enough tattoos to make an artist blush. Near the vending machines, Lilli said. Well, it didn't look like she was over there waiting for him now.

"Like, there you are!" A hand on the shoulder sent a flash of adrenaline coursing through Mike's veins.

By the time, he swung back, pigtails and the pop of bubble gum set his mind to ease.

"Damn…. Don't sneak up on me Lillian."

The mall brat didn't seem to care – apparently at home in her native habitat. Was this really where she went on her rare trips outside the apartment with a handful of borrowed money?

'Borrowed money she still hasn't paid me back yet.'

"Ohhhh chillax cuz!" Blowing another bubble, Lillian rolled her eyes, popping it and chewing like a cow. "You could, you know… look a little freakin' happier to see me. It's been like, nearly two days."

How many times had she said something like that before? You could be happier to see me. A famous way of the gothic hellion saying she'd actually missed him. That's how it felt, at least. Not that Lillian made herself difficult to miss. A storm cloud in summer was more subtle!

Now Mike was the one rolling his eyes. "You'd be surprised how much you're on my mind Lillian. It's hard to forget about you, trust me."

The pigtailed girl groaned with annoyance, swallowing her gum gracelessly, and hands falling upon her hips. "Like, what's that supposed to mean exactly? For real… I'm the textbook meaning of a lady… Mom and dad would be reeeeal proud of me."

Now, that right there? It was an incredible stretch – like hiking a mountain without gear. Or forgetting Audrey's cigarettes after a trip to the corner store. Mike couldn't keep in the low, teasing chuckle.

"Alright… if you say so. How about we head home? I've barely had a damn thing to eat today apart from coffee and muffins."

"Chyeah. Alright." Lillian swooped in, grabbing him by the arm, looking strangely like a snake ready to hiss at any other girl walking by. "You cooking tonight, or we having takeout?"

There'd never been a simpler answer to give. "Takeout. I'm waiting on a phone call." Mike winced under Lillian's tightened grip, preparing to explain himself. "My friend Mark. His family owns the hotel I stayed at when everything went down. Seeing if he can find out who checked in that night."

"Sounds like your little mystery's finally going somewhere." Lillian smirked, dragging Mike closer toward the elevator. "Nice. It's been a good day for both of us, then."

There was something about that tone of voice. The way Lillian spoke – the bitter curve of her lips. Smug, maybe even a little cynical. "Oh?"

"I'll tell you when we get back to your place, Mike."

"You did what?!"

Mike's voice cracked under the pressure. A burn of frustration washed over his every nerve – before he knew it, the liquor cabinet under the kitchen counter was open. A shot glass slid across the bar, one he filled to the brim with brandy. Imported, from Spain. The good shit.

"What? You got a problem?" Lillian stood firm, defiant and groaning with annoyance, shaking a piece of paper between her pale fingers. Okay, mister ladies' man…. First up, you don't get a say in what I do with my life. How many years you been away now?"

"You should totally listen to me for once in your life." Lillian slapped the huge white sheet, surprisingly detailed and scrawled with signatures, against the mini-bar. "Ohhhh this is gonna piss of mom and dad sooooo bad! I can see it! They're gonna be livid!"

With good fucking reason too. Mike shook his head, downing the burning liquid, savouring the tiny respite it gave before focusing in on the issue at hand – a huge issue.

'It is hereby noted that the person in question, Miss Lillian Winters, has officially changed her legal surname at the Glenberry administrative office. All corresponding paperwork must now be amended to match this change in order to remain valid as per the rules of the state.'

"You scrubbed out your last name! Of course they're gonna be pissed! Worse… they're gonna ask ME why I let you do it! Lillian Aurawell? Is this your idea of a joke? Where'd you even find the time to go see a lawyer? Or the money?!"

"Errrr… nope! This ain't a joke cuz! I'm super serious. Hmmm… As for paying. Dad gave me a cheque for my eighteenth. Best. Birthday. Gift. Ever. Can't wait for them to find out."

The gothic brat doubled over – howling with laughter – loving every single moment like a comedy punch line. Did she see the bigger picture at all? Mike slouched against the kitchen counter, nursing the ever-increasing throbbing at the front of his forehead with attentive thumbs.

"You're not listening," the musician growled. Out of all the stupid things his younger cousin had done over the years, this one took the gold medal and sprinted down the track with it. "As always you aren't hearing a word anybody puts your way. Do you have any idea how much this'll upset James and Marie?"

Lillian did little more than shrug, a wicked smile beaming with deep, scathing sharpness. "All this time and you're still clueless aren't you?"

Mike poured another glass – the pain at the front of his head squeezing tight like a vice grip. "Clueless about what? The way everything you do ends up a crazy rebellion against the people that worry about you?! Or the way I've started getting migraines since you moved in?"

Rolling his eyes, he only dug his heels in further. Lillian had gone too far this time. "Do fucking tell… not like I don't have enough happening as is."

Snatching up the paper, Lillian gagged with disdain, slamming her bare feet into the hardwood. The way she glared, her eyes dark with feeling, brought a crawly feeling across Mike's skin.

"Do you seriously think I'm a member of this family anymore? Huh… hasn't felt like it in a loooong time, Mikey. Why shouldn't I change my name? Not like dad's gonna care. There's a lotta things I do because people just won't give a shit."

What bullshit was she spouting now? How in the world was Lillian not a member of their family? Damn, there hadn't been a day when her parents hadn't thrown all the money in the world at her, given her everything she wanted.

Mike had to make a stand against her – try to open her eyes – for the sake of the uncle who'd taken care of him so well. "How can you keep a straight face saying that? Your dad paid your college tuition in full before you got kicked out… sends you money every month, stresses about you constantly. Did you know he asked me to take you in? Then there's your mom…. She worries more than anyone!"

"Ohhhh my god." Lillian groaned - rolling her eyes so hard it was almost insulting. Grabbing for the bottle of brandy and taking a stiff swig, she slapped her open palm down against the marble.

"Dad didn't care about me when I was growing up. He was too focused on you to even look my way! It's always been that way but you never saw it. I like, never forgot…. Took you to music lessons, competitions… threw all the spare time he had into looking after his favorite nephew."

Lillian glared, painfully bitter, scoffing in the face of the stunned silence. Is that really how she felt after all this time? Is that really how she saw everything?

"Lillian…." The goth brat slapped his hand away, his showing of comfort and concern, only hardening her eyes, so blue and pained.

"Don't touch me…. I'm not finished!"

She'd never sounded so cold, so full of bile before. Mike snatched up the brandy bottle while he could, eyes down against the floor in thought. This was obviously something that'd been eating away inside of his cousin for a long time.

Fingertips crept around Mike's face, forcing his sight in line with Lillian. With one hand, she held him, the other hand free to pull out her pigtails, sending her long black hair flowing down her back. Still, she stared into him, piercing deeper and deeper.

"Mom saw it… the way dad always clung to you. You really don't know why he did it, do you?"

Lillian didn't even wait for a shake of the head, or any kind of answer. "Fine… screw it… I'll totally tell you why…. Why you were always the special one."

Letting go, the gothic chick, burning, an almost dizzying aura of purple spilling from her short, curvaceous body, drew an invisible line with a stamp of her foot, a warning not to cross.

"The old man's like, totes guilty. Never got over losing his beloved little sister…. Yeaaah, sad or what? How'd you think that makes me feel? Seeing him chase someone that's loooong gone."

She threw out her arms in a dramatic burst of emotion, hands shuddering, quaking with frustration. "You're a living memory of the one person he couldn't save… the reason I was always forgotten… left in a fucking corner…."

Every word struck hard – a hammer cracking the glass with every brutal blow. The anger in Lillian's eyes – it was terrifying. Terrifying and near enough heart wrenching. Was it true? Was the kind upbringing and all of the fond memories the musician had nothing but a lie? Sunshine and butterflies at the expense of another's dark nights and loneliness?

Lillian's shot forward in black blur, squeezing tight around the fabric of Mike's shirt with ghostly white fingers. Eyes narrowed, damp and alive with emotion, she shook him hard, jarringly hard.

"Angela's gone! Why couldn't the old bastard wake up and see that? He had a little girl with a woman that loved him… still fucking loves for some reason even after all his shit… and did he care? Fuck my life… no! Didn't start bothering with me until your ass shipped out and went to college…."

Smashed and broken – a thousand fractured thoughts. How could Mike have missed something this big until now? All of Lillian's problems – all of her bitterness – came down to one emotion. A dangerous emotion poisoned with a dark green glow.

"You're jealous of me," Mike whispered, almost too quiet to hear. "You should've said something."

"What? And have you get upset? Errrr kay... Jeez I can be a bitch sometimes, but... cut some slack. I ain't that bad."

That was where she had it wrong - where she'd misread his feelings. "I wouldn't have gotten upset. We could've talked it out."

" Err… yeah… you would've! See? You're gettin' all emotional now - and there are I plenty of ways to describe how I feel. Resentment… hurt…. Your mom casts a long shadow."

All of this only served to make things worse, heavier even – as if Mike was sinking to the depths of the ocean without a lifeline. Lillian's expression made it harder, near impossible to look her in the eye.

'To think that I've been the cause of all your problems… that you blamed me for all the hurt you've been feeling. I never knew… What's a guy supposed to do to set something like this right?'

He sighed, confused beyond words, finally mustering the strength to speak up properly. "If you feel this way then why did you stick around so long? The last thing I want is for you to stay here with me if you can't stand the sight of me."

Lillian locked her eyes with him, the flames cooling slightly. Her fingers gripped even tighter. "You don't think it's crossed my mind? Nah…. For reals, cuz… it's not as easy as walking out and going back to those mindless drones. That 'n... I don't hate you..."

Sighing, Lillian edged back. Sprawled halfway across the kitchen counter, she trailed off toward the television in the background. "I envy you, 'n I suppose somewhere in the fucked up little mess that's me… there's plenty more..."

Of course – if Lillian's feelings went so deep then it was hardly surprising. The gothic brat – the troublemaker. Always causing a scene but never telling anyone why. Now it was too obvious. Something beyond petty rebellion. A girl striking out on her own because she felt abandoned.

Mike poured himself another drink – he needed something to cut through the tension in the air. "If you're not happy here then don't feel like you need to stay. I mean… I'm not gonna throw you out… wouldn't dream of it, but…."

He reached for the shot glass and made a beeline in the direction of his bedroom. There was an awful lot to put into perspective. "You're not happy for a good reason… and it's your right to be. My door's always open to you, Lilli… but don't force yourself to stay."

"Wait." Lillian's voice brought Mike to pause just as he was about to shut his bedroom door. "Lemme finish, yeah? I wanna tell you everything…."

What more was there to say at this point? He wanted nothing more than to sit in his room and wait for Markus to call. Still, there was something about his cousin's tone – the harshness wasn't there anymore. No, if anything she sounded soft, terse, and almost fragile.

"Okay. It's the least I can do..."

Lost in his thoughts, the vocalist brushed past the eerily quiet goth chick. His beloved leather couch would provide some much-needed comfort right about now.

Lillian tottered over with the bottle of brandy in hand, unsteadily perching herself, legs spread wide, across the arm of the furniture. She took another sharp gulp, head thrown back, before passing the booze.

Drying her lips with the back of her hand, she let out a short, deep exhale. "Sorry… bout what I said 'n shit. It's not all true… well… a lot of it is… but… you can love someone and still feel shitty at the same, ya know?"

Oh yeah. Mike had sure as all fuck, tasted that bittersweet mixer in days past. Audrey, though he'd never tell another soul straight out. "Yeah… it sure is, Lilli."

"Why'd you think I'm still here?" Stretching out her tattooed arms, the pale hellion squeezed Mike's shoulder. "I totally looked up to you when we were little... even if I did feel left out. 'S not worth much now… but it was so cool; watching you stand up on stage… the way you'd smile at me in the crowd after a violin recital…. You're your own person…. You like, always have been."

That's where Miss Aurawell wasn't quite on point. Only in recent years had Mike Winters become truly free – pursued his hopes and aspirations without too heavy a heart.

"No. You're wrong, sadly."

Lillian let out a bratty snort. "Yeaaah right. What-ever."

"It's true," Mike connected with her – green and blue eyes joining under the bright lounge lights. "When I was a kid I didn't have any confidence. Even after I left home it was the same… always stumbling. Wasn't until I met somebody really important that I saw just how much talent I had."

"Well whoever the fuck fixed you up," Lillian smiled, reaching over with her black painted toes for a beat up white carton of discarded cigarettes.

Sparking up after Mike passed her a light, she took a stiff drag, sprawling against the arm of the couch, gazing with relief toward the ceiling. "Tell 'em I said 'thanks' 'n shit. Cuz… as much it's hard to deal with you…."

Lillian took back another hit of nicotine. "I'm like, as happy a bitch I can be, chillin' in Glenberry with you…. Well, I s'pose so. Kinda strange…."

Her eyes looked so hazy – like she was a million miles away. Mike couldn't help but wonder what that expression, halfway vacant and just a little bit lost, meant.

"Strange? How so? You okay over there? You're looking spaced out."

Lillian hopped up – moving from the arm of the couch – she stubbed out her cigarette in the coffee table ashtray. So teasing and hot-blooded – her curvy behind wiggling in those black denim shorts.

Flipping back her dark locks, she spun around, allowing herself to fall effortlessly with wide arms like angel wings, into the empty spot beside Mike. "I like the new you. New Mike's good. He makes it a little easier to start getting over the old one…. You should totally stay the way you are now."

A spark of confusion shot through the musician's brain. Lillian liked his newer self. She actually preferred the emotionally charged, suave lover of ladies – the master of capturing hearts with passion. Well, this was certainly something he wasn't expecting to hear today.

"Thanks I guess." Mike paused – unsure of how to proceed. "Then agai-"

Lillian brought him to silence, reaching out to link her arm with his, resting her head of long, silky hair against his shoulder. She purred, happy like a kitten after a glass of milk. "You better not think you're off the hook… Just cuz I said I see you differently these days…"

'See me differently? What's that sup-'

A flashback – sharp and bright, cracked through Mike's thoughts. There he sat, back against the couch after stumbling away from his bedroom door – the sight of Lillian's bare, beautiful, sweat-glistened skin soaking his every memory.

"Oh shit..."

A heat burned across Winters' cheeks – his eyes catching the sight of blue as his mind returned to the moment at hand. Lillian stared into him, deeply and powerfully, playing with a strand of loose hair.

"Is it wrong I feel the way I do? These couple 'a months everything I knew… everything I felt… 's gone fuckin' crazy. It's more like…."

Mike wanted to say something – anything, to combat the frantic thumping in his chest. The way the gothic beauty looked at him, so naughty, so longing, her pale complexion glowing against the lights. She giggled – a breath taking womanly spectre closing in to steal away his heart.

"For reals, you've totally come crashing back into my life… and it's all changed. You don't feel like you're my cousin… 'S more like… you're the best friend I always wanted. Lives by his own rules, does the fuck ever he wants – makes me feel awesome just by lookin' at me."

Her words brought quiet again. So, she felt the same way, too. In the years they'd spent apart, Lillian had definitely started living the way she wanted, become her own person, done and changed so much, and for better or worse, it was almost impossible to see her in the same distant, murky light of the past.

Gone was Lillian Winters – Lillian Aurawell had taken her place. The lines weren't blurred – they'd dissolved entirely.

Mike struggled to draw breath, his ghostly temptress inching closer and closer by the moment, the heat of her skin pressing against his own, enticing him, and welcoming him. Inch by inch Lillian crawled over his defences, a sexy serpent of desire, coiling her arms and legs around his back in a viper's hold.

She'd claimed him already, taken the green-eyed Casanova, the embodiment of all things smooth and confident into her grip, and with a teasing, dirty chuckle, leaned closer and closer, the heat of her breath – the strong scent of nicotine swimming through his head.

"Be real with me for a sec, Mike…."

The singer surged with adrenaline as Lillian's lips, damp, ravenous, fuelled with all things rouge, and intense, collided with his. She fed upon him, tasting him, feeding on everything he was, the surge of her desire almost limitless as a deep crimson aura swept across her body in a thick, foggy cloak.

By the time she pulled away, Mike gasped for breath. Every girl kissed differently, but that right there? It was something else entirely!

Flipping back her long, black locks, tongue trailing across her lips in a lavish display of pleasure, Lillian gave a wink. "How many girls you had on this couch?"

Oh, that was it! Mike swept his hand across his shirt, popping the buttons effortlessly in an attempt to cool his burning skin. He couldn't take her teasing any longer. She didn't get to tease and tempt like this – that was his job.

So, reaching out, the dangerous smile of the devil on full display, Mike sank his nails into Lillian's back, delighting as a shrill, trembling howl ripped from her lips.

"D-dammit," the goth girl panted. "Ohhhh wow..."

"There've been more than a couple…."

Surging blue, Kyu's greatest project, moved in for the kill. "But you, Lillian? You're too special for the couch. How about we go to my room?"

"Uh-huh." Lillian exhaled softly, her fingertips slipping against Mike's chest. "Sounds like a seriously good idea."

She was melting in his arms, perfect.

To be continued….

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