𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙋𝙊𝙑:
A week had passed since Will and I first slept together, and somehow, things had only gotten worse. Or better. It depended on how you looked at it. We were constantly touching, kissing, finding excuses to be close as if we were making up for all the years we had wasted. It wasn't just physical, though. Something had shifted between us, something neither of us had acknowledged out loud, but it was there in the way he looked at me with more love and in the way I found myself reaching for him even when I wasn't thinking about it.

Right now, we were tangled up in his bed, his arm draped lazily around me while his fingers traced slow, lazy circles on my shoulder. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the streetlights outside spilling through his curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls. His TV was playing some show but neither of us had been paying attention to it.

I was on the verge of drifting off to sleep when his voice broke through the silence.

"Abi, my producer is throwing a birthday party soon. You should come."

I shifted slightly, tilting my head to look up at him.

"A party?" i asked

He nodded, his fingers still absentmindedly stroking my skin. "Yeah. Nothing crazy, just a lot of people in the industry. Good drinks, good music." A smile tugged at his lips.

I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my smile. "Oh, well, as long as you're there."

"Exactly." His hand slid down my arm, slow and deliberate, his fingertips barely grazing my skin. A deliberate tease. "So? You coming?"

I hesitated. It wasn't that I didn't want to go—I did. But I also knew that if I went, it would be night of this. Of us. Of pretending that what we were doing was nothing, that it didn't mean anything, when deep down, I wasn't so sure that was true anymore.

"I'll think about it," I said, my voice teasing.

Will's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers tightening just a little on my waist. "You'll think about it?"

"Mhm." I smirked. "Convince me."

He didn't hesitate. In one swift movement, he rolled us over so he was hovering above me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. My breath hitched as his hand slid up my thigh, his lips hovering just over mine.

"You really want me to?" he murmured, his voice low

I swallowed. "Maybe."

His lips brushed against mine, barely a ghost of a touch, just enough to make me shiver. "Then I guess I'll have to try harder."

And then he kissed me slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. Like we weren't just friends, like we weren't pretending this was casual.

Like he wanted me.

My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand slid under my top his fingertips grazing my bare skin, sending a shiver up my spine. I moaned into his mouth, and he took that as an invitation to deepen the kiss, his tongue teasing against mine, his body pressing me further into the mattress.

This was dangerous. This was reckless.

But I didn't stop him.

I didn't want to.

His lips trailed from my mouth to my jaw, then down to my neck, where he lingered, letting his teeth scrape against my skin before pressing a kiss there, like he was trying to leave a mark. My breath came out in a shaky exhale, and I felt him smirk against me.

"You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my collarbone.

I let out a soft laugh, tilting my head back against the pillows. "maybe."

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his fingers still resting on my waist. "come on for me please"

I stared at him for a moment, taking in the way his hair was slightly tousled from where I'd run my fingers through it, the way his lips were just the slightest bit swollen. He looked so good like this so relaxed, so mine.

And then reality crept back in, just a little.

I turned my head to the side, breaking the moment before it could turn into something more. "I'll go," I said finally, my voice softer than I meant it to be.

Will's fingers tightened slightly on my waist, but he didn't say anything right away. When he did speak, his voice was unreadable. "thank you iz"