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“Yes.”
“Okay,” I replied calmly. “Then you be mad for as long as you need.”
Because I’m not going anywhere.
Quietly, I took in my surroundings, eyes wandering around the meticulously clean bedroom that housed a wardrobe, nightstand, chest of drawers, and a metal bunk bed with a double on the bottom and single on top.
Forcing myself to ignore several make-shift bunks scattered around his bedroom floor, I let my gaze land on the big-ass stereo in the corner of the room, and I honed in on it.
Flicking through a bunch of CDs, I waited until he was ready to talk it out.
After another five minutes, he was.
“I hate that you’ve been here,” he finally broke the silence by admitting.
“Because?”
“Because I don’t want your pity.”
Tough, it’s already yours.“Good,” I said instead. “Because you don’t have it.”
“What are you doing?”
“Putting some music on.” I slid my chosen disc, Damien Rice’s O album into the CD player, and then browsed through the listing on back of the case until I found the number of the track I wanted to play.Delicate.I pressed play and then I clicked the repeat button, knowing that this was exactly the song I wanted playing when I made my next move.
“Music? Seriously?” He swung around to glare at me. “What kind of game are you playing here, Molloy? It’s pretty fucking obvious I don’t live in a house we can hang out and listen to music in!”
“I know.” Breath hitching in my throat, I shakily reached for the hem of my t-shirt and tugged it over my head. “I’m not playing any games, Joe.” Then I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. “I swear.”
“Then what…” He shook his head, and I watched as a look of tormented confusion filled his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“It’s okay.” Unsnapping the button of my jeans, I pushed them down my legs, and then kicked them off, right along with my knock-off converse
His eyes burned with head and his nostrils flared. “Molloy.”
“It’s okay,” I repeated, slowly pushing my thong down until it landed with the rest of my clothes. “I want this.”
Joey stood, frozen as a statue, watching me as I walked over to his bed and sat down on the bottom bunk. “You want what?”
“I want you to have me,” I told him, heart hammering with nervous anticipation, as I lay naked on his bed. “All of me.”
“No.” He quickly shook his head, refuting my offer. “You don’t want this. Trust me – and especially not here.”
“Yes, Joey, I do,” I urged. “And it has to be here.”
He looked so lost when he choked out the word, “Why?”
“Because I want to put one good memory of this house in your head.”
“Molloy.” Raw emotion flashed in his eyes. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Iwantyou to take my virginity, Joey,” I breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m offering it to you, right here, on this bed, in this house, just us.”
“I told you before,” he warned gruffly, running a hand through his hair. “The next time—“
“The next time that I begged you to fuck me, you wouldn’t say no.” Exhaling a shaky breath. “Yeah, I heard you, and here I am.” I patted the mattress. “So, are you going to make good on your promise, or do I really have to beg?”
“Fuck me.”
