and still the memory of how I used to feel for him made me more vulnerable than I should.
"I took your virginity."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "And I took yours. Now leave me alone."
I sidestepped him but his voice, the one that could be so soft, so caring when he wanted to play one of his mind games, stopped me yet again. "What do you say we go at it for old time sake?"
I looked back; my eyes narrowed on his face as I wanted to scrap off the smirk he reserved for me only, the one that deepened his dimples. "Don't tell me your amazing girlfriend is still not putting out."
He straightened his shoulders , and his smirk disappeared. "That's none of your business, London."
I turned all the way around and waved him off, but hid my hand in my black jeans pocket when I saw how badly I was shaking. "Then don't bother me and find another idiot with a vagina to release your itch."
He blushed slightly and cocked his head to one side, his golden brown eyes now focused on my lips. "Do you know how hot it is when you talk like that?"
I shook my head. "Fuck off, Ryan. I'm not going to sleep with you again."
He chuckled, and it irked me so much that I was a breath away from having a temper tantrum that would need a medical intervention to calm me down. "Let me laugh, Lonie. I'll always be your weakness. I see how you look at me. You want me."
"I hate you."
He shrugged. "Not enough to not have sex with me again." And on these words, he turned around and left me alone and crushed, just like that day of the graduation ceremony over a year ago.
Just with this chance encounter , I lost myself. I didn't feel like London Reed anymore, but more like Lonie, the pathetic girl Ryan Lender fucked in more ways than one.
I looked down the hall and couldn't imagine spending two hours listening to the lecture on some fucking literature thing I didn't care about one bit. I shook my head and willed myself to not let the threatening tears fall. I wasn't that kind of girl. I needed a plan to avoid Ryan. I needed … and at once, just like that, with a scheme drawing fast in my mind, I walked away. It was time to finally claim some control over Ryan and maybe move on for good.
* * *
DAY 19
Byron walked in the apartment, his swagger unmistakably sexy. He put down his backpack near the door and waved at me. A thin sheet of sweat coated his forehead. He looked tired, and that wasn't surprising with his bedroom activities.
I bit my tongue, trying to wait a little to give him some time to cool off, but I didn’t have that much patience. Spending these last few days with barely any words exchanged was starting to get to me. And I had a more pressing issue to attend to, now that I had a plan. Getting rid of Ryan was my top priority. I stood up and all but blurted out, "Byron, I need your help."
He arched one of his thick eyebrows and grabbed a water bottle. He took a sip and sat on the couch I just vacated. "It must be serious if you call ed me by my name and not by the fucking nickname."
I sighed and sat back next to him, fidgeting with a hole in the denim at my knee. Damn it, it was harder than I thought. More so with what happened at the party ; the thing we're not talking about. "I'm not kidding."
He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed once before he pulled away. If he thought touching me would do me good … well, it was doing me some good, but not the way it should.
Since the party, we hadn't spent all that much time alone together. If we were alone here, I ended up in my room or him in his. And every time we were close, there was this thing, this tension sizzling and giving me wicked ideas. My body wasn't the last one onboard.
"Hey, what's wrong? You look pale."
I took a deep breath and shook my head. “Do you remember when I told you about Ryan?"
He tensed and nodded. The muscles in his arms bulged just a second, but long enough for me to see it. His left hand balled the hem of his blue tee-shirt while his other one ran in his
"I took your virginity."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "And I took yours. Now leave me alone."
I sidestepped him but his voice, the one that could be so soft, so caring when he wanted to play one of his mind games, stopped me yet again. "What do you say we go at it for old time sake?"
I looked back; my eyes narrowed on his face as I wanted to scrap off the smirk he reserved for me only, the one that deepened his dimples. "Don't tell me your amazing girlfriend is still not putting out."
He straightened his shoulders , and his smirk disappeared. "That's none of your business, London."
I turned all the way around and waved him off, but hid my hand in my black jeans pocket when I saw how badly I was shaking. "Then don't bother me and find another idiot with a vagina to release your itch."
He blushed slightly and cocked his head to one side, his golden brown eyes now focused on my lips. "Do you know how hot it is when you talk like that?"
I shook my head. "Fuck off, Ryan. I'm not going to sleep with you again."
He chuckled, and it irked me so much that I was a breath away from having a temper tantrum that would need a medical intervention to calm me down. "Let me laugh, Lonie. I'll always be your weakness. I see how you look at me. You want me."
"I hate you."
He shrugged. "Not enough to not have sex with me again." And on these words, he turned around and left me alone and crushed, just like that day of the graduation ceremony over a year ago.
Just with this chance encounter , I lost myself. I didn't feel like London Reed anymore, but more like Lonie, the pathetic girl Ryan Lender fucked in more ways than one.
I looked down the hall and couldn't imagine spending two hours listening to the lecture on some fucking literature thing I didn't care about one bit. I shook my head and willed myself to not let the threatening tears fall. I wasn't that kind of girl. I needed a plan to avoid Ryan. I needed … and at once, just like that, with a scheme drawing fast in my mind, I walked away. It was time to finally claim some control over Ryan and maybe move on for good.
* * *
DAY 19
Byron walked in the apartment, his swagger unmistakably sexy. He put down his backpack near the door and waved at me. A thin sheet of sweat coated his forehead. He looked tired, and that wasn't surprising with his bedroom activities.
I bit my tongue, trying to wait a little to give him some time to cool off, but I didn’t have that much patience. Spending these last few days with barely any words exchanged was starting to get to me. And I had a more pressing issue to attend to, now that I had a plan. Getting rid of Ryan was my top priority. I stood up and all but blurted out, "Byron, I need your help."
He arched one of his thick eyebrows and grabbed a water bottle. He took a sip and sat on the couch I just vacated. "It must be serious if you call ed me by my name and not by the fucking nickname."
I sighed and sat back next to him, fidgeting with a hole in the denim at my knee. Damn it, it was harder than I thought. More so with what happened at the party ; the thing we're not talking about. "I'm not kidding."
He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed once before he pulled away. If he thought touching me would do me good … well, it was doing me some good, but not the way it should.
Since the party, we hadn't spent all that much time alone together. If we were alone here, I ended up in my room or him in his. And every time we were close, there was this thing, this tension sizzling and giving me wicked ideas. My body wasn't the last one onboard.
"Hey, what's wrong? You look pale."
I took a deep breath and shook my head. “Do you remember when I told you about Ryan?"
He tensed and nodded. The muscles in his arms bulged just a second, but long enough for me to see it. His left hand balled the hem of his blue tee-shirt while his other one ran in his
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