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hrina · 6 years

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L’Amato (Il Ritorno II)

PAIRING: Alex/Y/N RATING: R WORD COUNT: 16k REQUESTED: highly lol !

hello gorgeous ppl!!! i am BACK with PART 2 of il ritorno! the first part was so well-loved and i honestly wanted to cry bc of how amazing u all were :’) i hope u love part 2 just as much, if not more! if u do, here’s where u can leave me some feedback, and here’s my masterlist :-) enjoy!!!!

il ritorno (part 1) / il devoto (part 3)

It’s a few weeks later, and things are actually going pretty well.

You check on Alex nearly every night. It’s become such a regular thing that he actually comes to expect it. When the house is silent and everyone else is asleep, you creep downstairs and join him in the living room. He’s always waiting for you, flashing you a small smile (one that makes your stomach flip) and sitting up so that there’s enough room for you to plop down beside him. You talk, and giggle, and touch—a lot.

Alex is constantly brushing your hair behind your ears, and you’re always there to catch his hand quickly and lace your fingers together. Whenever you say something particularly endearing, he presses a firm kiss to your knuckles, as though he’s trying to sear his affections into your skin.

You also cuddle into him sometimes (for the most part, you’re too nervous to initiate it), snuggling against his side as he wraps an arm around you. You both whisper to each other as your eyes stare at the doorway, looking forward inattentively. And Alex will sometimes—if he’s feeling remarkably affectionate that night—litter kisses across the crown of your head.

You enjoy the small exchanges. You usually head back up to your room after Alex falls asleep (though he tries to stay awake for as long as possible, until he’s drowsy and saying things that make absolutely no sense). He whispers to you that he sleeps much better when you’re there, with less disruptions and fewer nightmares, and the confession has your heart expanding to three times its normal size.

He’s started to do some work around the house, claiming that if he was going to be staying there, the least he could do was help out. You’ve come home several times only to find him outside on the front lawn, pulling out weeds from the cobbled pathway that leads to your front door. Since it’s daytime outside, he’s careful with how you two interact, only giving you a small nod and casually leaning on the scoop of his shovel.

He’s usually wearing a pair of black overalls, and nothing else. You can see the strong muscles of his back when you first approach him, and then the smooth skin of his collarbones and his shoulders when he turns around at the sound of your greeting. He always smiles boyishly at you, wiping off his hands with a rag that’s usually shoved into his pocket.

One day, when you’re feeling exceptionally needy, it happens. You’re on your way back home, enjoying the warm breeze and the way the sun bathes your face in a cheery glow. Your feet ache a bit from standing so long during your shift, but it’s something that you’ve gotten used to. You near your home, catching sight of a figure crouched in the rosebushes that line the property.

“Alex?” you say.

Alex turns around, looking up and shooting you a small smile. “Hey, love.”

The pet name still makes your heart somersault in your chest. You don’t know if you’ll ever get past it.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Your mum was gonna trim the bushes. She’s been quite busy today though, so I offered to do it instead.”

“Oh,” you say dumbly, biting your lip to suppress an endeared grin, “That’s really sweet of you.”

He smiles and shrugs, his gaze dropping down to your torso. You swallow heavily when his eyes rake down your body. He gives you a small, appreciative hum. “Look good, y’know that?”

It’s that simple sentence that has your heart rate speeding up and your tummy frothing warmly. It’s been a difficult day to begin with—throughout your entire shift, you could only focus on what it would feel like to be bent over the counter and ravaged. These thoughts aren’t new to you—contrary to what most people think, you’ve got needs—but you’ve never been so tempted to act on them.

So, you do something that you’ve never done before—it’s so out of character that you can feel your spine stiffening anxiously. You return Alex’s hungry look, glancing down at his biceps and smirking crookedly at the sheen of sweat that’s formed over the muscles.

“You look good, too,” you say, and you’re eternally grateful when your voice doesn’t come out as a shaky, uneasy mess, “Really good. Just want to…”

You trail off, stepping back and giving him a sly smile when you catch sight of his expression. His eyes have darkened significantly, pupils dilated as he watches your every move. His nostrils are flaring slightly, and a tendon in his jaw ticks prominently as he plunges his clenched fists into his pockets.

“‘Jus’ wanna’ what?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

You shrug your shoulders, fiddling mindlessly with the strap of your purse as you back away, nearing the steps of the porch. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” you inform him, a pleasant intonation masking your nervousness. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst from your chest, but your body is warm as pride washes over you.

With one last, innocent smile, you turn on your heel, skipping up the stairs and disappearing inside. Immediately, you rush up to the second floor, not even bothering to greet your mother. You stumble down the hall, tumbling into your room and slamming the door shut. Your purse falls to the floor, completely forgotten, as you hurry over to your window and peer outside at the front lawn.

Alex is still standing there, absolutely frozen. His eyes are trained on the door, as though he’s hoping that you’ll reappear in the threshold. From where you are, you can see the heavy rise and fall of his chest, and the view makes you beam widely.

You pull open your curtains all the way, and the subtle movement is enough to catch Alex’s attention. His head snaps up, his eyes widening slightly when he finds you standing in the window. For a long moment, the two of you merely stare at each other. Then, you bite your lip, your stomach brewing with nerves when your hand slips up to fiddle with the first button on the front of your dress.

God, what are you doing?

The jittery sensation has spread, coursing through your bloodstream and making your fingers shake as they work to unclasp the button—you hope that there’s enough distance between the two of you to keep Alex from seeing it. You watch as he cocks his head to the side slightly, confused by your actions. But then his eyes widen with recognition, and his lips part in salacious awe.

You’re on the second button now, and then the third, and then the fourth. Slowly, the material of your dress separates, exposing more and more of your chest. Alex looks as though he’s seen a ghost, and when your garment falls to the floor, you genuinely think he’s about to pass out. You’re standing above him, your torso visible in the window and your chest covered by only a plain, baby pink bra.

You reach around your body, your hands fumbling with the clasp of the undergarment, and you gnaw viciously on your bottom lip when you feel the cups become looser around your breasts. You’re watching Alex—a mix of excitement and anxiety racing up your spine—and you nearly giggle when you see him run a hand through his short hair, a pained expression warping his features.

The straps of your bra slip down your shoulders, and Alex’s eyes are pleading with you, begging you to end your torturous game. You giggle, spinning around in only a second and letting your bra fall from your body. When you peek back over your shoulder, Alex’s jaw is clenched, and his eyes are boring into your bare back with a terrifying intensity. You pull a clip from your hair, letting the strands fall down naturally, before you’re ambling away from the window and leaving any consequences behind.

God, what are you doing?

This is so unlike you. You’ve never been this forward, encouraging a boy and leading him on in such a scandalous way. You want to blame it on the excess of hormones coursing through your bloodstream, but you also know that this…well, this has been a long time coming. Ever since Alex had visited you at the bakery—ever since he’d told you that you were a “privilege” to look at—there’s been a palpable sexual tension in the atmosphere that just won’t dissipate.

You feel like a new woman. And it’s intimidating, but it’s good.

These are the thoughts that run through your mind as you practically prance over to your door. You pull down your panties and step out of the damp material, and reach for the soft, downy robe that’s hanging on your wall. With a satisfied hum, you slip it on, securing it at your hips with a small band of cloth hanging from the loops of the garment. You’ve got every intention of padding down the hall and hopping into the shower, and maybe—just maybe—you might even take care of the hot knot in the pit of your stomach.

You open the door, and a loud gasp leaves your lips—Alex muffles the sound with his palm, driving you right back into your bedroom.

“What are you—?” you try to ask, but Alex just shakes his head, squeezing your cheeks together so that your lips pucker out unattractively. He spins the both of you around, pressing you flush against the wall and placing one palm on the door, quietly easing it shut. You watch him, your body thrumming with excitement, and when he focusses his gaze back on you, your knees almost buckle.

“Like t’see me suffer, yeah?” The question isn’t meant to be answered, and you bite your bottom lip when Alex lays both of his forearms against the wall, effectively boxing you in. He steps closer to you, leaning down slightly so that you can feel his hot, heavy breaths fanning over your face.

You close your eyes, nibbling frantically on your bottom lip and resting your head back against the wall. Alex repeats his previous action, placing his palm against your mouth—a small, startled noise resonates deep in your throat, but he shushes you quickly, his thumb stroking the underside of your jawline.

“You’re tormentin’ me, love,” he whispers, angling his head down even more and nosing the fluffy fabric of your robe away from your neck.

You wait with a held breath, and your hands fly up to grip at his shoulders when he finally—finally—licks a scalding stripe up your throat. Your lips part in a silent gasp, and you arch your back up towards his touch. His right hand finds your thigh, and with an impatient tug, he’s got your leg hiked up around his waist. You swallow heavily as he assaults your neck, licking and biting and panting against the sensitive skin.

“Alex…,” you mumble. You don’t know what to say, your mind muddy with desire and your thoughts as slow as molasses. Alex merely hums against your collarbone—the hand that’s not on your thigh is holding tight to your hair, keeping the loose strands tamed so that he can play with you. He presses his body against yours, and you whimper pathetically when you feel something poking into your pelvic bone, conspicuous and large and mouth-watering.

“Gotta tell me,” Alex grunts, pulling his face from the crook of your neck and pressing his forehead to yours. He reaches for your hand, guiding it down so that your palm splays limply over the bulge tenting his trousers. “Gotta tell me f’yeh want it, love. F’yeh want me.”

In all of your nineteen years of life, you’ve never wanted someone more.

You express this in the form of a squeeze, your fingers cupping his prick through his bottoms. Alex lets loose a string of curse words, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. He lets go of your hair, unwinding it from where it’s wrapped around his fist, and fiddles with the knot on your robe that keeps you from baring everything to him.

“My mum doesn’t know I’m home,” you whisper shakily in his ear.

That’s all the permission he needs.

A moment later, the pair of you are stumbling down the hallway. Alex is fumbling keenly with the tie on your robe, and you’re sliding the straps of his overalls down his arms, excitement coursing through your veins. Eventually, his chest is bare, and you run your fingers against his pectorals, marvelling at the toned, slightly sweaty skin. You look up, resting one of your hands on the knob of the bathroom door, and Alex stares back at you so intensely your heart jumps into your throat.

He leans in, then, and your body pulses with anticipation when his face inches towards yours, his lips only centimetres away.

And then—suddenly—someone is climbing the stairs, two steps at a time.

Your head snaps to the side, your eyes widening and a hiss escaping your mouth.

“Tommy.”

You turn back to face Alex, blind panic written all over your face, but he’s twisting open the bathroom door and toppling inside. “Hurry!” you snap out of your stupor and usher him along as he hides behind the door. Your hair is frazzled, and you’re out of breath from your previous ministrations, but you try to make yourself look as composed as possible.

When you turn back around, Tommy’s reached the top floor. He smiles at you and walks down the hall towards you. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you say, hoping that you don’t sound too winded, “Um, what’s up?”

“Nothin’ much,” your brother shrugs, “Just got back from Angela’s house.”

Despite your initial alarm at the sight of him, you chuckle, looking down and shaking your head. “You lecher.”

“Oi!” Tommy whines, but he laughs too. He cocks his head to the side, studying you for a moment before asking, “You alright, then? Y’look out of breath.”

“Fine!” you say, your voice a little louder than it should be, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just—,” you make some sort of indiscernible motion with your left hand, “It’s hot, you know? So, I wanted to—to get in the shower as quickly as possible.”

“You’re loony,” Tommy grins, and you place a hand on your heart.

“I resent that!” you say, pretending to be offended. He laughs, pointing towards the open bathroom door behind you and stepping forward.

“Y’mind if I just duck in for a second? Gotta wash this off.” He turns his head to the side and reveals a bright mark of pink lipstick staining the spot where his jawline curves upwards.

You shoot him a teasing smirk. “Oh? Angela left you with a little parting gift, is that it?”

“Would you believe me if I said it was from mum?” Tommy asks, and you shake your head in response. He snickers, “Thought so.”

He’s about to slip by you and head into the washroom, but you stagger back quickly, blocking the entrance. “As much as I’d love to help you cover up your smudges of sin,” you both giggle at the description, “I’m in desperate need of a shower. You’ll just have to wait!”

You grin cheerily at your brother before stepping backwards and swinging the door shut. Tommy whines from outside the bathroom, banging his fist lightly against the barrier and pouting dramatically. “I thought we were past your whole ‘annoying sibling’ stage!”

“Please!” you scoff, “I was never the annoying sibling!”

Tommy mutters a few curses under his breath and you listen closely through the door, sighing quietly in relief when you hear his footsteps receding down the hallway. A moment later, the door to his room shuts obnoxiously, spreading a sense of finality throughout the top floor of the house. You press your forehead against the doorframe, closing your eyes and willing yourself to breathe properly again.

“’S alright,” Alex says softly, placing a hand on your lower back. You jump in surprise—you had simultaneously forgotten and been painfully aware of his presence.

Alex steps back when you turn around, and you rub your palms over your face, inhaling deeply. He brushes your hair behind your ears before cupping your face with both of his hands, coercing you into looking up at him. “’S alright,” he repeats, his eyes focussed yet tender, “You’re alright, love.”

“I—,” you groan in frustration, squeezing your eyes shut for only a moment, “—what are we doing, Alex?”

A crinkle forms in between his brows. You hate that you want to smooth it out with your lips. “What d’yeh mean?” he asks you.

“What is this?” you demand, gesturing towards how the two of you are standing. He’s still cupping your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones mindlessly. “I—I don’t know what we’re playing at. You obviously like me, but I just—”

“Do you like me?” Alex cuts you off. You choke on the rest of your sentence, looking up at him with wide eyes. He’s so fucking forward sometimes—it always catches you by surprise.

“I don’t even know your age,” you say weakly, gripping his wrists and pulling his hands from your face, “I—we’ve known each other for weeks, and I still have no clue how old you are!”

Your voice rises to a panicked volume, and Alex shushes you quickly. You heed his warning, remembering that Tommy is only just down the hall.

Alex slips his wrists from your grip, maneuvering your hands so that he’s somehow able to tangle your fingers together. You hate it, but—even more—you hate the way that you allow him to do so. You feel like clay underneath his fingertips, mutable and easy and willing to do anything with only the slightest graze of his palms.

“’M twenty-four,” Alex tells you quietly, “How old are you?”

“I—,” you sigh dejectedly before breathing out, “Nineteen.”

Alex looks at you through his eyelashes, and you gulp nervously.

“Nearly twenty,” you add, just for good measure. Alex chuckles, bringing both of your hands up to his lips and pressing two firm kisses against your knuckles. You watch him with parted lips, your heart betraying you as it flutters happily in your chest.

“There,” Alex says, “Now yeh know.”

“That’s—,” you shake your head, “That’s not what this is about, though. I don’t know you, not even in the slightest, and here I was, about to let you…”

You trail off, unable to say the words. Alex smirks, and he steps forward; you meet the action with a step back, and then—for the second time in less than fifteen minutes—he’s got you trapped helplessly against a wall.

“What?” Alex muses, the corners of his lips kinking upwards smugly, “What were yeh about t’let me do?”

“Quit it,” you whisper feebly, but the words carry no real effect—not with the way that you’re squeezing his hands sharply, the force revealing your true apprehension.

“Were yeh gonna let me kiss you?” Alex inquires, his tone hushed but complacent, “Were yeh gonna let me touch you?”

“Alex, stop it,” you whine, but you don’t try to shove him away. He releases your hands, and one of his palms curves around your hip. His other hand plays with the sleeve of your robe, tugging on it lightly so that the material slips away to reveal your collarbones.

“Already let me kiss your neck,” Alex says matter-of-factly, his voice low, “Where else were yeh gonna let me kiss, hmm?”

You open your mouth, but no words come out. Briefly, you wonder if this is how a deer feels right before a collision: shocked, unable to move, unable to think, before everything bursts into white and the tranquility of the night is blown apart. Alex’s hand sneaks up your arm, his fingers hooking into your robe and stroking along the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Would yeh let me kiss yeh here?” he asks, and despite your previous words, you nod. He smirks, and his palm falls lower, splaying out just below your chest. You gasp when you feel his rough thumb draw small circles along the underside of your right breast. “An’ how about here?”

Swallowing dryly, you nod again.

“Here?” Alex says, hiking your thigh up once more and looping it around his hips. His fingers dig into the plush skin, and you let out a small sigh of affirmation. He massages your leg thoroughly, before his hand is sliding upwards, and he settles his palm squarely on your bum. The contact makes you stiffen.

“An’ what about here, love?” Alex requests, stepping only an inch closer. You gasp loudly when he presses his pelvis firmly against yours, the outline of his cock putting pressure right at the apex of your thighs. Your hands fly to his biceps and you squeeze tightly, your nails digging tiny crescents into the skin. Alex snickers, repeating his question. “Would yeh let me kiss yeh there?”

“Yes,” you choke out, trembling like a leaf, “Yes, yes, yes.”

His face splits into a grin, and he nudges his hips a bit more firmly into you. You tilt your head back, biting your bottom lip and looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“We can’t,” you nearly sob, “I can’t…I’ve never—”

“No?” Alex ducks down, delivering a hard kiss to the underside of your jaw, “’M gonna make yeh wait for it then. Gonna have yeh begging first, an’ then I’ll take yeh nice and proper.”

Your core positively throbs at his words, and you subconsciously push your chest against his. Alex kneads your backside softly, pursing his lips to conceal a smile when you squirm in his hold. He pats your bum a few times; your leg tightens around his hips, and your toes curl against the back of his thigh.

“You’re old-fashioned, yeah?” Alex inquires. The question takes you by surprise, and you have to close your eyes for a moment to collect your thoughts and to answer him with a coherent sentence.

“I—yeah, I guess.”

“So am I,” he tells you, and you nearly burst out laughing, because your situation and your current position is definitely not old-fashioned. Alex’s hand slips from your backside, and he pinches your thigh gently before unwinding your leg from around his body.

“Gonna do this properly, love,” he says, his voice confident and sure, “Take yeh on a date and kiss yeh goodnight. On the lips first, an’ then—,” he gives you a cheeky grin, “—maybe I’ll kiss some o’ those other places, yeah?”

“Yeah,” is all you can say, the syllable merely a breathless murmur. Alex nods—like the two of you have just arranged a deal in an office—and leans in, pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Gotta go finish trimming those rosebushes, or your mum will have my head.”

You crack a smile, and he steps away from you. He pulls the door open only a crack, peeking through the opening before slipping out into the hallway. You barely hear his footsteps as he sneaks down the stairs, and then you seal the bathroom door once more, pushing it shut and rubbing tiredly at your eyes.

Had that really just happened?

It’s too much. He’s too much. You’re not sure what to make of his words, but they sound an awful lot like a promise that he intends to keep. Your head is spinning, and you’re finding it difficult to suck air into your lungs, but at the same time, you’ve never felt more alive.

Alex is cocky and confident and sweet and determined to get what he wants.

And you? You’re afraid and nervous and eager and impatient.

And you’re fucked. You’re so, so fucked.

~*~

For the next few days, you don’t creep downstairs during the night. In fact, you avoid Alex altogether, too humiliated to even look at him. You stay at the bakery for longer than your shift entails, simply because you don’t want to walk home and risk running into him while he mows the lawn in front of your house. And when you do finally make the trek back, you disappear into your room without even bidding your family goodnight.

Is he aware of what he does to you? He’s got you scattered like a jigsaw puzzle, and it seems as though he’s the only one who can put you back together.

The thought scares you, and so you do your best to evade him.

And it works, it really does.

Until it doesn’t.

“I still think I should stay to help you clean up,” Dorothy tells you as she folds her apron into a neat little square. You just shake your head, bending down and reaching underneath the counter for her purse. She thanks you sweetly when you hand it over to her.

“It won’t take long,” you promise, shooting a glance towards the front of the store, where the sunset is bathing the tables in a dull orange glow. “Now, go,” you urge her, well-aware of how long it takes her to walk home (she lives a bit further than you do). “Before it gets dark.”

“Fine, fine,” she sighs gently and gives up. You grin—you really can be persistent when it’s necessary.

The door jingles when she opens it, and she gives you one last wave before you’re alone in the shop.

Letting out a quiet hum, you peek up at the clock to your left—there’s only ten minutes remaining until you can lock up the doors and finish wiping down the tables and the counter. You busy yourself in the meantime, reaching for a broom and a dustpan from the supply closet and sweeping up the hundreds of crumbs that litter the tiled floor.

After a minute or two, the heavy silence gets to you. Your fingers twitch as you glance towards the old, rusty jukebox in the far corner of the room. The contraption is large and clunky, and half of the time, it’s out of order, but you’ve got a few coins in your apron pocket and you’re determined to make it work.

You saunter over, making sure that the machine is properly plugged in, before fishing out a coin and sliding it into the appropriate slot. Most of the writing on the jukebox has faded, and the display is quite dim, but if you squint, you’re able to scroll through plausible options. You finally pick a song and cross your fingers.

“Fantastic,” you smile when the soft tune begins to play. It’s not very loud, but with the silence of the shop hanging onto your every breath, you can hear the opening notes just fine. You spin back around, continuing to sweep along the floor and softly singing along to the music.

The chiming of the door disrupts the calm atmosphere of the store, and your head snaps up in surprise.

“Sorry, we’re—,” you cut yourself off, the last word dying on the tip of your tongue.

“Closed, yeah,” Alex finishes for you. He reaches for the lock on the door, twisting it to the right and humming in satisfaction when a promising click echoes through the air. You’re struggling to breathe, your mouth dry and your feet moving of their own accord, carrying you back a few steps before you can even register the action.

Alex turns back around to face you, and his brows knit together when he notices the distance between the two of you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask quickly, hoping that your voice doesn’t sound too breathless.

“’S getting dark,” Alex tells you slowly, taking a cautious step towards you, “Didn’t want yeh walking home alone.”

“I—,” you shake your head, looking down at the ground and trying to busy yourself with tidying up once more, “It’s fine. I’ve walked home in the dark before, and I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re no bother, love,” Alex says, and your spine tingles as you process the words and the much deeper meaning behind them. You shrug your shoulders, trying to move further away from him, but Alex has had enough, it seems, because he stalks over to you before you can take another step.

“What—?” you start, but he shakes his head, his nostrils flaring with frustration.

“Cut the shit,” Alex snaps, and your eyes widen at his words. He blows out a ragged sigh, squeezing his eyes shut for only a moment and pinching the bridge of his nose tightly. Your heart is hammering wildly in your chest, because he’s done playing your game. You’ve eluded him for as long as possible, but he won’t allow you to run from him anymore—not when he doesn’t know why.

“’S wrong with yeh, hmm?” he asks, and his voice is softer this time, like he’s reigned in his emotions for now, “Been avoidin’ me, love. Haven’t spoken a single word to me since that day.”

That day.

The day you’d nearly let him have his way with you. The day you’d been so desperate for him, you’d been blind to the fact that he’s Tommy’s friend. Your situation doesn’t allow for sublime flirtations and longing glances—for lips kissing up necks and hands hitching thighs up onto hips.

“I—,” it feels like you’ve swallowed a bag of cotton balls, your throat hoarse with regret, “Alex, we can’t.”

“‘We can’t’ what?” Alex questions, but his chest is tight because he already knows what you mean. He’s clinging onto that last strand of hope—that last wish for reciprocation—but what pours next from your mouth dashes all prospects of his desires becoming a reality.

“We can’t do this!” you exclaim, dropping the broom to the floor and throwing your hands up in exasperation. The gentle notes of the jukebox fill the long silence that follows, and you wipe at your eyes when you feel frustrated tears pooling along your waterline.

“We—we can’t hold hands, and I can’t sneak downstairs to see you, and you can’t kiss my neck and tell me how much you need me!”

“Yes, I can,” Alex stresses, stepping closer to you. You merely scoff, glaring up at the ceiling and angrily trying to blink your tears away.

“You’re not supposed to, then,” you clarify, trapping him in his own claim, “You’re not supposed to smile at me like that, and I’m not supposed to want you as much as I do!”

Throughout your entire outburst, Alex is shaking his head, a hand running through his hair anxiously. You break off before you have the chance to start crying properly, simply looking at him with glistening eyes and a heaving chest. He steadies himself against a nearby table, his hand curling into a fist as he raps on the wood dejectedly.

“Dammit,” he mutters, looking away from you, “Dammit, dammit, dammit.”

“Stop,” you say weakly, stepping forward and curling your fingers around his wrist, “Please, don’t—you’ll get a splinter.”

He chuckles hollowly at that, peering down at you defeatedly as you release his arm. You don’t step back, though, watching as several emotions pass over his grassy eyes. He swallows heavily, his gaze intense as he searches your features for something—anything.

And he seems to find it. He sees it in the way your jaw clenches, in the way your eyelashes flutter nervously, in the way you look at him tenderly, like you’re afraid he’ll shatter right in front of you. It makes him lick his lips, and it’s what prompts him to get the words out.

“’S not jus’ me in this,” he mumbles. His hand comes up, and you inhale sharply when he cups your face in his palm. You don’t pull away, however, and that makes Alex smile sadly. You want him—he’s nearly certain of it. He just doesn’t understand why you’re fighting so hard to repress it. “Y’feel it too, don’t you?”

A pregnant pause follows. Your nostrils flare dramatically, and Alex thumbs along your cheekbone softly. He watches you intently, marvelling at the way you bite your bottom lip and how the flesh whitens. He can practically hear the gears whirring inside your head, and for a fleeting yet terrifying moment, he’s afraid that you’ll shake your head and disagree.

But then you nod despondently, peeking up at him through wet eyelashes.

“Yeah,” you say, your voice small, “I—yes.”

He hums, nodding at your confession. You stare down pointedly at his chest, refusing to meet his eyes. The soft, closing notes of the song waft through the air, and Alex exhales quietly.

“Dance with me,” he says suddenly. Your head snaps up to look at him, your eyes widening at the confident quip of his voice.

“I—no,” you refuse, and then you cringe at your own insolence. “I’m sorry,” you amend hastily, “It’s just…the song’s finished, and I don’t have any more money.”

It’s a lie, and you desperately hope that he can’t hear the coins in your apron jingling when you step back. Alex merely cocks an eyebrow, fixing you with an easy smirk before making his way over to the jukebox. He fishes through the pockets of his trousers, chuckling victoriously when he produces a single coin. He slides it into the slot and presses a button, and then the same song is starting right back up.

You shuffle nervously on the balls of your feet when he walks back over to you and offers you his hand. A part of you wants to protest, to turn away and disappear into the back of the shop until he finally fucking leaves. But there’s a louder voice in your head, a nagging noise that tells you to humour him, if only for the night.

“What are you playing at?” you murmur when he pulls you in close. Sparks shoot up your spine as he places one hand on your hip and intertwines the other with one of yours. His fingers flex against your knuckles as he smirks, looking down at the ground coyly.

“Could ask yeh the same question, love,” he replies evenly, and you flush hotly at the slight trace of accusation woven into each syllable. Alex glances back up at you, watching you profoundly. “Drive me crazy, y’know that? Wish I could walk away, but…there’s somethin’ about you.”

“Sorry,” you say meekly, because you don’t know how else you could possibly respond to those words. Alex laughs, his glittering eyes trained on you. You study his features—the tips of his hair glow orange in the sunset, and his irises are reflecting flashes of gold and green. There are faint shadows dancing upon the underside of his jaw, making his bone structure appear even sharper. The silver chain around his neck glints teasingly at you, and you move your hand from his shoulder to his neck, your fingers toying idly with the necklace.

“Where’d you get this?” you mumble, sliding your fingertips down the links. You pull the jewellery out from where it’s hidden beneath his shirt, tilting your head to the side as you examine the cross pendant that he’s kept concealed.

The smile slips from Alex’s face. You look up at him innocently, noticing when his feet falter in the slow, steady rhythm of your dance.

“’S from my mum,” he tells you quietly. “She’s dead,” he adds when he sees how your lips part to ask another question. You recoil slightly as though he’s just slapped you, your mouth clamping shut and your eyes blinking up at him owlishly.

“I—I’m sorry,” you stammer, utterly shocked.

“Don’t be,” Alex says quickly, shaking his head, “Was a long time ago.”

“Still—,” you press earnestly, molding your body against his in a subconscious, pathetic attempt to protect him. You squeeze his hand tightly, and your arm wraps around his neck. You bury your face into his shoulder, hugging him firmly and hoping that maybe the proximity will keep your heart from breaking cleanly in two.

You sigh quietly, lifting your head so that you can plant a kiss to his collarbone. Alex’s throat bobs heavily as he swallows, and you play with the small hairs at the back of his neck while the two of you sway absentmindedly. Your eyes drift shut as you inhale deeply, and then Alex speaks up again.

“Been havin’ more nightmares,” he murmurs, “Jus’ like before.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else, because you already know why his bad dreams have been reoccurring at an exponential rate. You sniffle against his neck, clasping him closer to you and nuzzling your nose against his jugular. “I’m sorry.”

“’S okay,” he says, and he pulls back so that he can face you. “But…we’re good now, yeah?” he asks, a hint of hesitation still prominent in his voice, “We’re okay?”

“Yeah,” you tell him sincerely, nodding with several firm shakes of your head. Alex’s lips curve up into a small, relieved smile, and he blows out a held breath. It makes you giggle quietly, and he presses his cheek against the side of your head as he begins to lead you through the dance.

“Y’friend came over today,” he mumbles absentmindedly, “Tracy, I think?”

“Haven’t seen her in a while,” you reply, your words slightly muffled as you press your lips to his shoulder. Alex nods, his grip tightening on you subconsciously. You try to ignore the way your stomach flips joyfully, and how you feel calmer now that you’ve sorted yourself out. Deep down, you know that there are things that still have to be resolved between the two of you, but for now, you allow yourself to relax and to enjoy being wrapped up in everything that is him.

“She invited yeh to go dancing tomorrow night—’s a new diner opening up, or summat,” Alex says. But then a tiny smirk stretches his lips, and he can’t help but to add, “Invited me, too. Looked like she wanted to take a right bite out o’ me, if I’m bein’ honest.”

At that, you frown and pull your head back, fixing him with a pair of displeased eyes. Alex chuckles smugly, his features alight with playfulness. He brings your linked hands up towards your face, pulling your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb. “’S that look for, hmm?” he muses, releasing your lip and watching as it wobbles back into place.

“What look?” you ask, but your emotions are written all over your face, “There’s no look.”

“There’s certainly a look,” Alex says, before he grins widely, “A bit of a jealous look, I’d say.”

“There is not!” you gasp, lifting your chin stubbornly and shaking your head. You’re hoping to appear nonchalant, but you can feel a flush of heat creeping up your neck. Alex cocks an eyebrow, and you try to conceal your irritation, anticipating his next words.

“No?” he taunts, “So y’wouldn’t care if she asked me t’dance, then? Wouldn’t care if she wanted me t’kiss her?”

You swallow heavily, and a beat of silence hangs—unbearably tangible—in the air.

“What would you say?” you ask hoarsely, your throat itching with uneasiness. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst from your chest, and you’re almost afraid of how he’ll respond.

“I’d tell her that ‘m sorry,” Alex starts, squaring his shoulders and looking straight into your nervous eyes, “’Because I’ve already got m’heart set on someone else. I’d tell her—,” he chuckles quietly to himself, “—I’d tell her that I’ve been waiting t’kiss this ‘someone’ for a long time, and ‘m not about to give up now. Especially since it’s so close, I can fuckin’ taste it.”

“Alex.” You mean for his name to come out as an admonishment (he swears far too much), but the breathless quality of your voice robs it of the effect.

“Christ.” Alex allows his eyes to drift shut for only a moment before they’re trained back on you, piercingly intense. “Even the way yeh say m’name—,” he gulps, “—you’re drivin’ me downright mad, love.”

“Kiss me.”

The words fall seamlessly from your mouth, as though they’ve been dancing on the tip of your tongue for days (which is true, of course). You’re shocked, really, at how easily you’re able to verbalize the order. The thought of kissing him has been tiptoeing around in the back of your mind for weeks; it’s spread, growing larger whenever you feed it with the fantasies that creep up on you late at night. And now it’s lava, flowing slowly over every crevice of your psyche and demolishing everything in its path.

“Are yeh—?” Alex’s eyes are wide with childlike wonder. “I mean, I don’t wanna—”

“Kiss me,” you repeat, and the words are firm this time; a proper command. “Look, I’ve been thinking about this for way too long, so I swear to God, Alex, if you don’t kiss me right now—”

And then it’s hands on cheeks and lips on lips. It’s closed eyes and soft sighs, and slumped shoulders as relief finally washes over the two of you. A switch has been flipped, and as Alex moves his mouth languidly against yours, you’re grateful for the new conditions.

His palms are cupping your jawline, keeping you close as you whimper feebly against his lips. Your hands reflexively find his waist, thumbs hooking into the belt loops on his trousers. The song playing on the jukebox drifts off into the distance; the closing notes grow fainter with each passing second, but this time, neither of you bother to tinker with the machine.

Eventually, you’re struggling to breathe, and you have to pull away with a thick gasp. Alex only leans further into you, chasing your lips, and you giggle at his enthusiasm.

“Slow down, Romeo,” you say softly, biting your bottom lip to suppress a wide smile. Alex hangs his head, chuckling at himself. His shoulders shake with the action, and when he glances back up at you, his eyes are twinkling happily, and his face has split into a grin.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, rubbing circles into your temples with his thumbs. You giggle yet again, your fingers coming up to run along your mouth shyly. Alex swallows—it’s almost like you’re trying to savour the taste of him.

“Did it—was it good?” he asks, his words ragged. You nod, your eyes shining as you pinch your bottom lip lightly.

“Yeah,” you whisper, giving him a small, appreciative smile, “Really good.”

And then you step back and bend down, picking up the abandoned broom that’s laying a few feet away.

“I need to finish cleaning up,” you tell him, tittering bashfully when he pouts. He follows you as you slip behind the counter, trailing after you like a lost puppy and monitoring you with keen eyes.

Alex will admit that he’s pathetic. He’ll admit that his gaze falls to caress your curves as you lean forward to wipe down the glass of the display cases. He’ll admit that he tries once or twice (or six times) to distract you by hiking you up onto the counter and attacking your face with kisses. He’ll admit that every time he manages to make you laugh, his veins thrum and pulsate with excitement.

And he’ll admit that he’s fucked. He’s so, so fucked.

~*~

“And you’ll be back by eleven, right? Not a minute later?” Your father fixes you with an expectant look.

“Promise!” you chirp, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before rushing out the door, “Bye!”

“Be careful!” your mother calls, but you’re already bounding down the porch steps.

Tommy’s waiting in the car, drumming his fingers lazily on the steering wheel. He’d bellowed at you to hurry up and was met with your rebuttal of how it takes time to look good, but of course he wouldn’t know that. You walk over to the vehicle and notice that Alex is sitting in the passenger seat, saying something to your brother. His gaze lands on you through the windshield, and he does a double take, stopping right in the middle of his sentence.

You slide into the backseat, securing your purse in your lap and grinning down at your feet when Tommy says to Alex, “Cat got your tongue, mate? Go on.”

Alex stutters, blinking quickly, and you strain your ears to hear him. “No, yeah. Was just sayin’…she’s fit. Really grand.”

“Would you shag her?” Tommy asks as he pulls out of the driveway. Alex thinks for a moment, and you look up perplexedly. Who the hell is he talking about? And why is your chest so tight?

Alex catches your eye in the rear-view mirror, and he chews on his bottom lip to suppress a smirk. “Yeah. In a heartbeat.” He winks at you, taking advantage of the fact that Tommy’s eyes are trained exclusively on the road.

And oh.

Oh.

“Is she gonna be there tonight?” Tommy inquires, “Pretty much everyone our age is goin’, swingers and sirens alike.” He grins, and Alex chuckles, scratching the nape of his neck.

“I think so, actually,” he hums, and your brother takes one hand off the wheel so that he can elbow Alex in the arm.

“Charm her knickers off, then!” he nods, shooting Alex a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. You watch as Alex nods and grins widely, and when your eyes meet in the mirror again, you look away to hide a smile.

~*~

“I’m gonna go find Angela,” Tommy announces as he slams the car door. “Said she’d meet me near the jukebox or summat. You—,” he looks pointedly at you as you slide out of the vehicle, securing the strap of your purse on your shoulder, “—don’t get into too much trouble.”

You roll your eyes. “Bite me.”

Your brother chuckles, shooting you a crafty grin. He then turns to Alex, who’s inspecting the side of the car to make sure that he’s shut the door properly. “And you—,” Tommy winks at him, “—go find your sexpot, yeah?”

“She’s not a sexpot!” Alex begins to protest, but Tommy’s already spun around on his heel and is jogging towards the entrance of the diner. Alex closes his eyes and mumbles a curse under his breath, and you giggle beside him. His eyes snap open, like he’s only just remembered that you’re here.

“’F only he knew he was talking about his sister,” Alex teases, and you smile, shaking your head.

“He’s clueless, honestly,” you reply, and he chuckles quietly. He steps forward, his hand reaching out for yours, but you gasp and retreat quickly.

“Um,” you gnaw on your bottom lip, gazing up at him with apologetic eyes, “It’s probably best if we don’t…there’s a lot of people in there, and I don’t want them to—”

“Ashamed o’ me, love?” Alex asks, a smirk playing on his lips, and you gawk at him in surprise. You shake your head frantically and your eyes widen, because how could he possibly say that?

“What? No,” you state firmly, desperately trying to reword your thoughts, “I just don’t want it getting back to Tommy, and—oh, piss off!” You place your hands on your hips, frowning when you see the smile grow on his face. He’s purposely trying to fluster you, and you hate that it’s working.

“Now, now,” Alex cocks an eyebrow, his lips quirking up into a crooked grin, “’S no way to talk to an acquaintance, hmm?” He stresses the title, and you scoff at his playfulness.

“Especially not to one who thinks that y’look absolutely enchanting, tonight,” Alex adds, his voice heavy with sincerity. You bite the inside of your cheek when his eyes comb down your body, taking in every tiny detail.

You’re wearing a navy-blue dress that reaches about an inch above your knees, and there’s a light gray cardigan slung over your shoulders to keep them from being exposed. Your flats are silver, glinting in the dim lighting of the parking lot. Your purse is a dark brown, and you despise the fact that it clashes with your outfit—you’d been in a rush (compliments of Tommy), and you couldn’t have been bothered to rifle through your closet for a different bag.

“Thank you,” you whisper bashfully, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “I—you look really nice, too. Handsome.”

“Yeah?” Alex beams proudly, his hands coming up to tug cheerfully on the lapels of his jacket. He’s clad only in black, the buttons of his shirt done up nearly all the way. His trousers are a bit short for him, but the loafers that adorn his feet allow for the funny length to go virtually unnoticed. There’s a few rings gleaming on his fingers—they match the chain around his neck—and his hair is messy, like he hadn’t cared enough to style it properly.

But, God…he looks so damn good.

“Yeah,” you nod, giving him an earnest smile. The sound of an upbeat tune reaches your ears, and you glance at the front of the diner—the place has been lit up with bright lights, and you can see shadows of people stirring around through the windows.

“We should probably go in,” you say, and Alex hums in agreement.

The two of you make your way into the restaurant, standing an appropriate distance away from each other and trying to keep your gazes controlled. Alex can’t stop glancing at you through the corner of his eye, watching as you take in the lively setting with parted lips and a fascinated expression on your face. He’s only snapped out of his daze when a girl rushes up to you and engulfs you in a tight hug.

“Oh, I’m so glad you came!” she cries over the volume of the music.

Alex recognizes her as Tracy, the friend that had visited your house yesterday with the intention of coaxing you into joining her tonight. He’d been pulling weeds from the grass, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, when someone had cleared their throat daintily from behind him. She’d been watching him with eager eyes, subconsciously arching her chest out as she explained that she was looking for you. When he’d told her that you weren’t home, she’d stuck around anyways, babbling on about how excited she was for the grand opening of the diner.

“’S nice,” Alex had replied politely, nodding. She clapped her hands, her eyes lighting up.

“Oh, you should come! Everyone’ll be there, and you could meet some people—maybe even find a pretty girl and ask her to dance.”

That last part made it sound like she was talking exclusively about herself, and when Alex had glanced up at her, he’d found her ardently eyeing his biceps. So, he’d shrugged and agreed, and told her that he’d pass on the invitation to you.

That’s why he’s here now, trying desperately to avoid Tracy’s eyes when she pulls away from you and looks over to him.

“Alex!” she trills, holding her arms out for a hug as well, and he wants to curse, because of course he has to return the gesture. “You made it!”

“Hullo,” Alex mumbles, feeling a bit awkward when she doesn’t release him as quickly as she should. He purses his lips, glancing at you for help over her shoulder, and you have to stifle a giggle with the palm of your hand.

When she pulls back at last, Alex withdraws into himself, swallowing heavily and shoving his hands into his pockets. Tracy looks at you, ticking off pieces of information from her fingers. “There’s free milkshakes for the ladies, and free beer for the men! You know, opening night and all.”

You nod, smiling. “Sounds perfect. Thanks, Trace.”

“No worries,” she grins, before her eyes zero back in on Alex. “Come with me!” she says, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward, “Let’s get you a beer, yeah? Maybe that’ll loosen you up a bit.”

She titters lightly at her own quip, and you lift your eyebrows in amazement—what would it be like if you were as forward as her?

“Oh, I—,” Alex looks at you with panicked eyes, as though he’s simultaneously asking for your permission and begging you to help him out of the situation. You just shrug, trying your best to conceal a smile.

“Yeah, Alex,” you encourage, suppressing a smirk, “Loosen up.”

His eyes harden, and his lips turn down into a scowl at your betrayal. Tracy’s attention is already somewhere else as she tugs him along, and you allow yourself to release a small giggle. Eventually, Alex has to turn around to watch where he’s stepping, but that doesn’t stop him from shooting you one last look over his shoulder. Once he’s out of sight, you’re able to let out a loud, unrestrained laugh.

You peer around at the other people mingling in the diner, a content sigh leaving your lips.

A free milkshake sounds nice.

~*~

Two hours have passed, and you’re not exactly having a great time.

At first, watching Alex struggle with Tracy had been hilarious. You’d enjoyed observing him from afar and seeing how he really tried to avoid her even as she clung unyieldingly onto his arm. But now, after she’s gotten him to chug down two beers, he’s definitely loosened up.

They’re on the dance floor, and he’s twirling her to the beat of a bubbly song. You watch as she laughs, and he cracks a small smile, pulling her in closer and gripping her hand tightly as they dance.

Your stomach clenches grossly—he’d held you that same way last night.

You frown, turning back to your third milkshake of the night. Your fingers guide the straw into your mouth, and you slurp down the frothy drink, trying not to let your jealousy blaze out of control. You’d told him that the two of you couldn’t be seen together, hadn’t you? It makes perfect sense that he’s out there, having a good time and pretending to sweep another girl off her feet.

The more you stare at them, though, the less convinced you are that he’s faking it.

You sigh, twirling your straw absentmindedly through the whipped cream that’s mounted on top of your milkshake. Fuck.

You hate that this is getting to you. You hate that you’re so pathetically insecure, and that you assume Alex is going to abandon you and pick up the next pretty girl to stumble into his path. He’ll go for someone who’s got more experience—he seems like the type to enjoy a lady who knows what she’s doing. Someone who’s forward, just like him. Someone who’ll let him touch her without trembling ludicrously beneath his palms. Someone who won’t make him wait weeks just to fucking kiss her—

“Y/N?”

You whip around, and your vision goes blurry for a moment. Quickly, you blink away the imprecision, and your eyes focus on the man who’d uttered your name.

“Max?” you gasp, your face splitting into a smile. You hop off of the high barstool you’re perched upon, stumbling forward and throwing your arms around his neck.

“Hi!” you say against his shoulder, squeezing him firmly, “How are you?”

“Good.” Max smiles when you pull back, and you usher him into occupying the stool next to you. You settle back down, tracing the rim of your glass with your finger as you await his next words.

“How are you?” Max asks, his deep brown eyes boring into your face, “’S been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Nearly three years,” you agree, nodding solemnly, and then you accuse, “You sort of just fell off the face of the planet!”

“Did not!” Max scoffs in mock-offense, putting a hand on his heart. You laugh loudly as he continues, “Just went off to France for a little while, that’s all. My father has a place in Marseille—right on the beach, actually.”

“That sounds so nice,” you sigh, placing your chin on your palm, “I’ll bet it’s warm, isn’t it? I’d love to go there.”

“You should come visit,” Max suggests, his eyes sparkling as he presents the offer. “We could spend some time together, you know? There’s loads of food, and it’s good, too—the chefs down there really know what they’re doing. I could even teach you how to surf!”

“Max, I—,” you hesitate, biting down on your bottom lip. Max has never been good at hiding his emotions, nor his intentions. He’s always been impulsive and has had a lot of trouble controlling his actions and his words. Even now, you can see the way he puffs out his chest, as well as the arrogant glint in his eyes.

Your thoughts race backwards, remembering how, in your last year of high school, he’d invited you to come over to his house. He’d claimed that he was in desperate need of a study partner (“This chemistry exam is gonna kick my arse, I just know it!”) and you had happily agreed to help him.

All hopes of studying had been dashed when he’d kissed you, shoving his tongue past your lips and groping callously at your bum. You’d pushed him off quickly, squeaking in surprise and gasping when he took a tumble from the couch, landing harshly on his forearm.

You’d sprained his wrist.

But you hadn’t been sorry.

“I’m really busy here,” you lie, training your eyes back on your milkshake. Max leans forward earnestly, running a hand through his sandy hair.

“Oh, c’mon!” he presses, placing his palm flat on your thigh. You jump at the contact, your eyes widening when you feel him drum his fingers over the material of your dress. “It’ll be fun,” he says, and you can tell that he’s trying his damnedest to convince you, “Do you know how many types of fish I’ve seen in the sea? Probably hundreds! And there’s not a single person there with ill intentions.”

Except for one, maybe.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Max opens his mouth, ready to produce even more persuasions, but then a large, warm hand lands on the small of your back, and you flinch in surprise.

“Havin’ fun?” Alex smirks when you look up at him, your eyes wide and alarmed. You relax immediately once you recognize him, the tension melting from your shoulders like ice cream on a hot sidewalk. Tracy is nowhere to be seen, and you hate that your stomach overturns haughtily at the realization.

“Yeah,” you say slowly, even though it’s the furthest thing from the truth. “Um, Alex, this is Max,” you start, gesturing to the man sitting in front of you, “He’s an old friend of mine.”

“Nice t’meet you, mate,” Alex nods, reaching forward and grasping Max’s hand firmly. Max cocks an eyebrow when Alex practically crushes his fingers in the grip.

“You too,” he says curtly, before he’s turning back to face you. It’s really, truly rude, and you try to conceal the astonished look on your face.

“Anyways,” Max clears his throat, “I really think you’d like it there, Y/N. The water’s beautiful, and I’ve got staff at my place who’ll wait on you hand and foot, so you won’t have to worry about—”

“’S goin’ on?” Alex brows knit together.

You look up at him, swallowing heavily.

“Max was just telling me about his house in Marseille. He wants me to visit, but I told him that I’m way too busy here at home.”

The wrinkles on Alex’s forehead dissipate, and his shoulders fall as relief washes over him. “Oh,” he says, the tone of his voice a bit more casual than before. He chuckles, shooting Max a helpless look. “Well, y’heard her, mate. A busy bee, this one.” He tilts his head towards you as he references your words.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Max questions bluntly, and your lips part at the irritability lacing his words. You see Alex’s mouth curve down into a slight frown, and you jump in before he can reply.

“This is Alex,” you say hastily, your hand subconsciously finding the crook of Alex’s arm. You squeeze tightly, hoping to soothe the obvious temper that’s warping his features. “He’s Tommy’s friend. They came back together from Dunkirk.”

“Oh, you lot,” Max mutters. Alex’s eyes narrow, and you stiffen.

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” he asks, trying to keep his voice levelled. Max just shrugs, pushing his hair out of his face and grimacing offhandedly.

“It’s just, well—a lot of good you all did,” he gripes, gesturing arbitrarily with his hands, “We had to come save you, isn’t that right?”

Alex is visibly shaking beside you now, and out of the corner of your eye, you see his hands ball up into fists. His knuckles whiten, the bones nearly popping from their sockets. The rest of the patrons in the diner are chatting happily and frolicking amongst each other, completely oblivious to the strained condition of your conversation.

Your fingers dig into Alex’s forearm discreetly, and you slide off of your barstool. “Well,” you say quietly, turning to face Max while placing a pacifying palm onto Alex’s chest, “It was nice seeing you, Max. We’ve got to go.”

With that, you shove past your old “friend” and tug Alex out of the restaurant.

~*~

Alex is seething.

Absolutely, fucking seething.

He wants to run back in there and punch the damn bastard in his smug little face. He wants to break his nose, to pull at his ears, to knock every single pearly, white tooth from his mouth. He wants to hit him until his own knuckles are split and bloody, carrying proof of the conflict.

He wants to, he wants to, he wants to.

But he doesn’t.

You’re pulling him along, rounding the corner of the diner and yanking him into a small alley. The lane is empty and secluded, giving the two of you enough privacy to avoid any curious eyes. Alex is breathing heavily, trying to suppress the anger that’s bubbling up inside of him. You finally stop once you reach the back of the passage, your hands finding the lapels of his jacket and tugging him towards you.

“That fuckin’ git,” Alex snarls, “That cowardly, brainless, foul—”

“I know!” you choke out, your grip tightening on the material of his coat, “I know, Alex, I know, but please—,” you gaze up at him imploringly, “Ignore him, okay? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Fuckin’ cocksucker said—,” Alex starts, but you cut him off.

“I know what he said,” you lament, squeezing your eyes shut, “I know, I know. And he had no right to open his damn mouth, but please, Alex…”

You open your eyes and reach for him, placing a hand on each side of his face. He’s trembling beneath your touch; you steady him and force him to look directly at you.

“It’s bullshit,” you whisper to him, stroking his cheeks soothingly, “Everything he said? It’s all bullshit. And he’s not worth a fight, okay? You’re so much better than that.”

“He fuckin’—,” Alex breaks off, gritting his teeth nastily and glaring down at the ground. You swallow heavily, dropping your hand from his face so that you can lace your fingers with his. You pull him forward as you step back, and you stop only once you feel your shoulders hit the rough brick wall of the building.

“Hey,” you murmur, guiding his hands around your waist, “Look at me, yeah? Look at me.”

Alex’s gaze flicks upwards, his eyes filled with fragments of both rage and sorrow. He scoffs at himself and shakes his head, his arms subconsciously constricting as they circle your hips.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry,” he mumbles, staring at you sadly.

You purse your lips and blink at him. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” you tell him earnestly, your fingers carding gently through his hair. Your nails scratch comfortingly at the back of his head, and Alex releases a small, satisfied groan, his eyelids drifting shut.

“Look at me,” you remind him quietly, and you hum in gratitude when you’re met once again with the mossy green of his irises. Your teeth latch onto your bottom lip, and you play with a small strand of hair that has begun to curl behind his ear.

“Kiss me,” you tell him, your heart thumping rapidly in your chest. For a moment, you’re afraid that he’ll actually be able to hear the erratic pulse.

Alex surges forward, like the absence of the command had been the only thing holding him back. His lips smear against yours messily, and you wind your arms around his neck as your eyes flutter shut. You can still hear the tune of a song that’s playing inside the diner, but it’s quickly drowned out by the thick, syrupy gasp that Alex produces against your mouth. His hot breath washes out onto your nose and your chin, making your skin crawl with desire.

“Please,” you murmur between soft, smacking kisses, and one of Alex’s hands comes up to rest on the side of your neck. He tilts his head to the side, deepening the contact between you. You squeak quietly when his tongue pokes out and slides tentatively over your bottom lip, but then you’re parting your lips so that you can get even closer to him.

He notices that you taste like chocolate, and your mouth is honeyed from having slurped on multiple milkshakes throughout the night. In his head, he’s berating himself, because he knows that you’re probably tasting the beer that he’d downed earlier this evening, which is nowhere near as sweet.

“Sorry,” he rasps out, pulling away from your lips with a wet noise, “Probably taste like a pint, don’t I? ‘S not very pleasant.”

“No,” you whimper, shaking your head frantically, and guiding him back down to you. You sloppily press your mouth against his, slurring out, “No—it’s good, it’s great, please, just—”

And Alex is speechless, really, because he’s never seen you this weak for it. You’re begging him in between kisses, your words coming out as tiny, breathless mewls and frail hiccups. The noises you make are downright sinful, and very similar to the ones he conjures up when he’s tugging at his cock and imagining that you’re there with him. His pulse accelerates when you pull him closer to you, ensuring that there’s not even an inch of space between your bodies.

“Fuck, slow down, love,” Alex tells you, because he’s genuinely worried that he’ll spill right then and there and make a mess of his trousers.

“Don’t wanna,” you garble, whimpering softly, “Don’t wanna stop—please, just kiss me…”

“Okay, okay, ‘m coming,” Alex soothes. “Jesus,” he mumbles, completely enthralled; he can’t believe it.

He can’t fucking believe it.

He kisses you for what feels like hours, though it really can’t be more than only a few minutes. You’re all around him—the smell of your shampoo fills his nose, and your sweet, breathy gasps echo in his ears. He caresses your hips over your dress, his hands slipping lower so that they rest just above the swell of your bum. You hook one of your calves around the back of his knee, using the leverage to pull him closer. His pelvis fits snugly against yours, and when he applies even the lightest amount of pressure, you keen shamelessly.

“Christ, love,” Alex swears, reluctantly detaching his lips from where they’re melded to yours. Once he catches sight of you, however, he almost wishes he hadn’t.

Your eyes are glossy and glazed over with desire. Your pupils have dilated dramatically, nearly concealing the true colour of your irises. Alex watches your nostrils flare as you inhale sharply, having been deprived of air for far too long. Your lips are swollen and much darker than before, thanks to his passionate, bruising kisses. You bite the inside of your cheek, running a hand through your hair in hopes of taming the untidy strands.

Alex squeezes his eyes shut for only a moment and tries to reign in his cravings—to establish some sense of control over the situation.

“We need t’stop,” he tells you, his voice pained (stopping is the last thing he wants to do, but he knows that you’ll never forgive him if he allows this to escalate).

You blink slowly, and eventually, you’re pulled from your impious daze. Alex strokes your cheek, and you huff shakily, your breathing rattled. Your chest is heaving, and you peer around at your surroundings, processing it all anew.

“I wanna go home,” you mumble quietly. Alex isn’t quite sure whether you’d meant for him to hear the words, but then you look up at him with wide, nervous eyes, and repeat the sentence. “I wanna go home.”

“Okay,” Alex tells you, wrapping you up in his arms. All of his previous rage has dissipated, and as he presses a firm kiss to your forehead, he sends out a quiet prayer of thanks. He nods, his hands running up and down your back delicately.

“Okay,” he restates, his voice soft, “Let’s go home.”

~*~

Alex is sprawled out on the couch later that night, incapable of falling asleep.

He’s been struggling for the last two hours or so, changing his position multiple times and fluffing up his pillow to make it a bit more buoyant. He’d tried to cover himself up completely with the blanket (and then had decided against it—it was too hot); he’d tried to stick one foot out (but had quickly pulled it back in—it made him feel too exposed). Eventually, he’d just flopped down onto his back, staring up defeatedly at the ceiling.

He’s been settled like that for twenty minutes now.

He just wants to relax—to be pulled under by the weight of his eyelids and the heaviness of his limbs—but his mind is racing. No matter how much he wishes to forget about what that stupid fucking prick had said, he can’t. The words resonate in his ears, and it’s almost like he’s back at the diner, hearing them being spoken out loud.

A lot of good you all did.

The denigration had hit a nerve—struck a chord deep within him, an insecurity of which he hadn’t been aware.

We had to come save you, isn’t that right?

Alex grits his teeth. Fuck Max. Fuck him and his damn house on the beach. Fuck him and the fact that he’d probably been sipping cocktails on the sand while Alex had been on the other side of the country, cowering in fear as bombs dropped continuously from the sky. Fuck him and the fact that he’d probably been sleeping soundly in his bed while Alex had been fleeing from multiple sinking ships.

His throat is tight as he remembers every detail of his time in France, and how it had been nothing like what Max had experienced under the sunny skies of Marseille.

Fuck him. Just fuck him.

A loud creak reverberates through the air, and Alex’s head snaps to the side as he sits up abruptly. His heart pounds erratically in his chest as a rush of adrenaline scatters through his veins, and he holds his breath in panic.

Half of your body appears as you peek into the lounge, your hand steadying on the doorway of the room. Alex exhales heavily, and his shoulders drop as relief floods through him.

Was it ever going to go away?

The rest of your torso appears as you make your way into the living room. Alex moves gingerly, sliding his legs out from underneath the blanket and turning towards you. His feet land soundly on the floor, and he spreads his knees apart as you approach him.

He watches you intently when you slip in between his legs and chew on your bottom lip nervously. You look like you haven’t been able to fall asleep either—your hair is messy, and your eyes are slightly bloodshot. Your cheeks are a bit puffy, like you’ve been crying, and when you reach for him, he notices that your hands are shaking.

You interlock your fingers with his before bringing them up to your face. Alex is about to interrogate you, to make sure that you’re alright, but then you press a hard kiss to the knuckles on each of his hands, and his voice betrays him. You inhale deeply, like you’ve been deprived of oxygen for hours, and then you step back, giving a faint tug.

“Come with me.”

The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible. Alex almost wonders if he’d imagined them, but then you pull lightly on him again, and he obeys without a second thought.

He’d follow you straight into Hell, if you were to ask.

You’re leading him out of the living room and towards the stairs. Alex swallows violently when you begin to climb up, and you squeeze his hands in reassurance. He can’t help but to watch the way your hair falls around your shoulders, and how the fabric of your nightgown creases along your back with each step. The two of you ascend quietly, making sure to stay light on your toes to avoid potentially squeaky footfalls.

You reach the top of the stairs, and you wordlessly guide Alex down the hall. He’s pretty sure he stops breathing when he sees you advancing towards your bedroom.

The door is slightly ajar, and you release one of Alex’s hands so that you can tilt it open quietly. He can hear his pulse in his ears, now, and his hands are slightly clammy when you tug him past the threshold.

He’s only ever been in your room once before, and during that visit, he hadn’t exactly paused to look around.

Your bed is pressed snugly against the wall. The duvet is messy, as though you’d been tossing around before having finally come down to find him. Alex notes the tall dresser standing proudly off in the corner, and the large mirror that hangs from the wall to his right. Gray moonlight streams in from your window, which is completely exposed due to the pale curtains that you’ve shoved out of the way.

And there are pictures. Loads of pictures.

He knows that he could stand there for hours and inspect every single frame. He could find you in nearly every photo, examining the way your lips curve up into beaming grins and tracing the crinkles that form by your eyes. He could probably—if he was given enough time—organize each picture so that they stood in chronological order.

But then you’re turning around and stepping towards him, and all thoughts of frames and portraits flee from his mind.

“I want—,” you start, your voice trembling, “I need—”

And then your hands are at his waist, rucking up the soft material of his t-shirt and leaving a searing path against his sides. Alex acts without thinking, capturing your wrists and holding onto them tightly. A faint gasp leaves your lips as you stare up at him through your eyelashes, confusion written all over your face.

“Are yeh sure?” Alex breathes, his thumbs idly stroking the soft skin of your palms. “Are yeh sure, love? Can’t go back once it’s done.”

“I’m sure.” The words tumble from your lips as a breathless whisper. “Yeah, yes, I’m sure. I just wanna—please, I just need—”

“Okay, okay,” Alex soothes, stepping forward and eliminating the remaining space between you. His hands find your face, and then he’s guiding you up to meet him, his lips sealing against yours. You sigh happily into his mouth, your fingers wrapping around the fabric of his shirt and squeezing it tightly in your fists.

His lips move against yours languidly, and one of his hands slips from your face, curling around the nape of your neck so that he can keep you steady. His middle finger rubs the skin on the side of your throat, and you mewl quietly at the sensation. Your knees feel like they’re about to give out, and you can feel your stomach bubbling with anxiety and excitement.

Your hands are moving of their own accord, embarking upon their previous mission to rid him of his top. This time, Alex doesn’t try to stop you, instead lifting his arms up and disconnecting his lips from yours for only a second. He waits patiently as you fumble, smirking when the material of his shirt conceals his face. After a few, long seconds, your shaky hands are dropping the fabric to the floor. Alex tries to wipe the smile from his face, but you catch him when your gaze drifts back up.

“Stop it,” you mumble bashfully, your shoulders hunching as you try to curl in on yourself. Alex just chuckles and shakes his head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Sorry, love. Can’t help it—jus’ so damn cute.”

Heat races up your spine, and you refuse to meet his eyes, instead busying yourself with his body. You eye his tanned skin and the way that it fits so smoothly over his pectorals. His stomach is flat, and his chest is toned, making your mouth water. Instinctively, you bring one of your hands to his left shoulder, tracing circles along the bone. Alex’s throat bobs heavily when your fingers slip lower, running along his collarbone and then his sternum.

“This is okay, right?” you ask, peering up at him shyly.

He nods quickly, exhaling through his nose. “Yeah, yes—fuck, ’s more than okay.”

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile. Alex stiffens when the nail of your index finger circles his left nipple, and you watch in awe as the bud hardens. His skin has pebbled beneath your touch, goosebumps exploding over his arms and his chest. You hesitate for only a moment before leaning forward and pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the place where his heart is thumping wildly below his ribs.

Alex knocks your hand away, then, and you look up at him in surprise, because you hadn’t finished exploring. He just grips your fingers tightly, though, and brings them up to his lips so that he can smear his mouth against your knuckles.

“Promise I’ll let yeh have your fun next time,” he swears to you, his voice a mere whisper. You gulp and nod, because apparently, he’s anticipating a next time.

Alex ducks forward to kiss you again, but instead of placing his hands at your jaw (it seems to be his favourite place to hold you), his fingers fumble with the column of buttons lining the front of your nightgown. You gasp loudly against his lips, and he shushes you as he thumbs open the first clasp lying a few inches below your collarbones.

“You’re sure, right?” he asks again, and you nod feverishly, your mouth sliding against his sloppily. Your own hands come up as you scramble to help him, exhaling unsteadily against his chin.

Once he’s finally unfastened the last button, his breath catches in his throat. You take it upon yourself to push the fabric from your body, gazing up at him shyly as the garment slips down your shoulders, your arms, and finally, falls to the floor in an airy heap.

Alex merely stares at you, unable to say anything. He can’t speak, he can’t move, he can’t think—all because you’re not wearing a damn bra.

Your nipples pebble as they become exposed to the cool air of the room. Alex can’t tear his eyes away from your chest—he’s acting crassly, he knows, but he can’t help himself. Here you are, standing before him wearing nothing but a plain pair of white panties, biting your lip apprehensively and wanting him.

It’s a literal dream come true (he can’t control the fantasies cooked up by his subconscious, okay?), and he’s afraid that any second now, he’s going to wake up.

But then your trembling hands reach for his own, and you lace your fingers together. You retreat towards your bed, and Alex follows you eagerly. He expects you to climb up onto the mattress and wait for him to join, but—as always—you surprise him.

Once your knees hit the edge of the bed, you plop down without a sound, tugging Alex closer to you. He inhales sharply when you release his hands and instead catch his hips, holding onto them tightly.

You peer up at him through your eyelashes as you lean forward, pressing hot kisses to his abdomen. Alex nearly chokes on his own spit. His cock plumps up at the contact, beginning to harden in his pajama pants, and you watch in awe as the material starts to tent slightly.

“F-Fuckin’ hell,” Alex stammers, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. Your right-hand slides down from his hip, and you brush your fingertips against his bulge gently, your eyes wide in naïve wonder.

“’S enough,” Alex croaks out, but you don’t acknowledge him. You bow down, smoothing your lips against the faint trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his striped pajamas. Alex grunts, twining his hand through your hair and giving a faint tug. You whine when you feel him pull at your roots, but the pain is dull, dizzying, and delightful.

“I said ’s enough,” Alex grunts, glaring down at you. He’s truly afraid that if you keep it up, he’ll cum in his pants. It’s been so long since he’s had someone else take care of his cock, and the realization that you’re the one who’s sitting before him and thumbing at his prick only spurs him on.

You pout at him, and Alex lifts his chin, his next words coming out as a deep command. “Ge’ on the bed.”

“I already am,” you tease, smirking up at him playfully. Alex pulls again at your hair, the action packed with a bit more force. Your lips part as your eyes roll back into your head, and a weak whimper echoes in the back of your throat.

“’S much as I love seein’ your bratty side, minx,” Alex starts, lowering you down onto the bed. You scramble towards the top of the mattress as he knees his way onto the untidy duvet. Alex grins deviously at you, throwing one of his legs over your hips so that he’s got you trapped underneath him. His right palm lands on your sternum, fingers splayed out right beneath your throat. “Kinda had somethin’ else that I wanted t’do.”

He can’t help but to stare at the way your breasts rise and fall rapidly, and his cock lurches in his pants when he drags his hand down your body. His fingertips tickle the valley of your chest, the soft skin of your stomach, and then he shifts down your legs so that he can splay his palm flat against the front of your cotton panties.

“’S cute,” Alex chuckles, nudging the plain bow that rests on the waistband of your underwear. Your stomach is swelling and deflating with each heavy breath, and you’re sure that your skin is hot to the touch. Alex’s hand slips a bit lower, and he swears feebly when he caresses the drenched material that covers your cunt.

“You’re soaked, love!” he exclaims quietly, his eyes wide as he spreads you apart. You gulp, allowing him to maneuver you however he’d like. Alex kneels in between your legs, a hand on the underside of each thigh to keep them separated.

“Y’smell so good,” he groans, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the elastic of your panties. His nostrils flare hungrily, and then he’s shuffling around so that he can rest flat on his stomach. He winds his arms around your thighs and places his hands on your tummy, his fingers hooking into your underwear absentmindedly.

“Gonna give it t’me?” Alex asks, his voice a mere whisper, “Gonna let me have my treat?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, fighting to keep your eyes open. Alex snickers quietly, littering wet kisses along the inside of your thighs. You twitch when he finally begins to tug your panties down your legs, the material passing over your thighs, then your knees, then your shins. Once the cloth reaches your ankles, you kick it off brusquely and watch it disappear into the darkness of your room.

Alex grins at your eagerness before settling into his previous position. He eyes your glistening folds; his pupils conceal nearly all the green in his irises. When he looks back up at you, you can feel the desire radiating from his body. He tilts his head to the side, rubbing soft circles into your hipbones.

“First time, yeah?”

Your voice catches in your throat, so you just nod. Alex returns the gesture before peering back down at your centre. You wish—more than anything—that you could close your legs. The way he stares at you makes you want to whine and curl up into a ball.

But then Alex leans forward, burying his nose into the tuft of hair at the apex of your thighs, and says, “Gonna make it good for yeh then. Gonna make y’feel so good.”

You gasp when he shoves his face into your cunt, his tongue licking a broad stripe up the length of your folds. Alex hums happily, like he’s been starving for days and the only thing he’ll ever get to taste is you. He burrows even deeper between your thighs, pressing his whole mouth against you and licking into you like you’re his last meal.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, pulling back for a moment to gaze up at you. His mouth and chin are shining in the moonlight, and his eyes are glittering gleefully. On cue, his tongue pokes out to lick along his lips, and his eyelids drift shut in bliss for only a moment.

“Taste so bloody good,” Alex praises, his voice low. “Could eat yeh for the rest o’ my life, darling.”

“Stop,” you breathe, the order being the first word to leave your mouth in minutes, “God, Alex, stop that. You—you’re getting me all—”

“Riling you up, aren’t I?” Alex grins widely, and his left eye drops into a wink. “’S okay, love, ’s a good thing. Tells me that I’m doin’ a good job.”

With that, he dives back in. Your back arches off the bed when he takes your clit in between his lips and sucks fiercely. An abrupt yelp leaves your lips, and your eyes widen as you slap one of your hands against your mouth.

“Gotta stay quiet,” Alex mumbles distractedly, because he honestly couldn’t care less at this point. He’s got you naked and writhing underneath him, and he doesn’t give a shit anymore—let them see. Let them all see how good he makes you feel.

Your father would probably shoot him without a moment’s hesitation, and Alex would let him—after he’s made you cum. He needs to see the face you make, needs to hear the mewls that spill from your lips, needs to feel the way your thighs shake around his head.

Once he’s experienced that, he’ll accept whatever tragic end fate has in store for him.

You’ve got one hand draped across your mouth, and the other is gripping the hair on Alex’s head. You gasp and yank at the tendrils, your fingers braiding through the curls roughly. The sensation makes Alex moan into your cunt, and you feel your chest tighten victoriously—so you’re not the only one who likes to have your hair pulled.

Alex continues to pluck skilfully at your folds, alternating between long licks and short, forceful sucks to your clit. Your lips part in a silent gasp when his tongue circles around your entrance, gathering the slick that’s accumulated there. He hums eagerly before slipping the muscle inside, probing at your silky walls. Your legs are positively shaking, and your abdomen is clenching spastically with each breath.

“Alex,” you hiss, feeling heat pool in your stomach, “Alex, I feel—”

“’S nice, yeah?” he asks, his nose pressing against the swollen bulb of your clit. “’S it burning properly? Feelin’ a bit tingly right there, hmm?”

He lays a hand flat on your tummy to emphasize his words. You inhale sharply and give a frantic nod, your eyes blown out with lust. Alex is still going, curling his tongue inside of you and stretching it as far as it can go. He knows that he can make you lose your mind—he’s just got to find that special place in your cunt that’ll have you seeing stars.

It’s when the tip of his tongue brushes a particularly spongey spot—and when you cry out loudly against your palm—that he knows he’s got it. He continues to stroke the area, and his thumb finds your clit so that he can rub small circles against you. Moments later, you’re falling apart beneath him, your thighs clamping tightly against his ears and your muscles quaking madly.

Alex coaxes you through your high, licking happily at your folds with closed eyes and a small smile on his face. Wet, breathy sobs fall from your lips, and he suddenly realizes that he wants to hear those sounds on a loop for the rest of his life.

He continues to rub his tongue languidly against your folds, cleaning you up with soft slurping sounds and gentle touches. He stops only when you release a quiet whine and push at his head, trying to close your legs.

“Sensitive,” you whine, and though he smirks, he respects your wishes.

He draws meaningless squiggles on your thighs while he waits for you to catch your breath. You inhale deeply, squeezing your eyes shut to try and regain your bearings. Some of your muscles are still throbbing with the aftereffects of your orgasm, but the sensation is pleasant and wheedles faint tingles up your spine.

When Alex groans and presses his hips against the bed, you remember that he’s still very hard and probably leaking into his pants. You run your fingers through his hair, pleading with him to look up at you. He does, and then you’re tugging him up and urging him to pull down his pajamas.

You plunge your hand into his bottoms, and Alex buries his face into your neck when your fingers wrap firmly around his cock. His hips jut forward against your hand, and you make a fist, slowly beginning to pump his prick. You bite on your lip, because you truly have no clue what you’re doing, but Alex seems to be enjoying it.

He’s grunting and whining into your neck, the pitches of each sound so dramatically different from each other. The position is awkward—he’s sort of leaning over you, but his body isn’t completely shielding your own. You thumb at the tip of his cock while your other hand works at tugging his pajamas down. The material becomes stuck at his thighs (they’re thick and wide, and you honestly wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of them), but it’s enough for his prick to bob out, completely exposed.

Alex hisses when the nippy air strokes his cock, but your hand is warm, and your body is even warmer, so he presses himself against your side as you continue to touch him. You deliver a steady yet tender kiss to the side of his head, and your voice is small and tentative when you utter the words.

“Cum, please.”

And then he’s groaning loudly, shoving his face against your throat and biting down on the soft skin to keep his noises contained. You watch in amazement as his cock jerks against your hand. A second later, strong ribbons of a milky white substance are spurting out onto your stomach.

“Fuckin’ shit,” Alex whimpers against your neck, his arms quivering with the strength to keep himself upright. Eventually, his limbs give out, and he slumps against your side, one of his legs thrown carelessly over yours.

Alex’s chest puffs out radically against you, his pectorals brushing the side of your chest with each viscous gasp. You stare up at the ceiling, unable to believe what’s just happened.

His cum is sticky on your stomach, and you peer down, your fingers reflexively dipping into the foreign substance. Alex watches with wide eyes as you bring the coated digits to your mouth and lick tentatively at his release. After a moment, you sink your entire finger past your lips—Alex squeezes his eyes shut and wheezes in pain.

“Christ, love,” he pants, his body feeling like jelly, “Don’ do that. Might get hard again.”

“Really?” you ask, your eyes as large as saucers when you peer over at him. Alex chokes on a raspy laugh, forcing his own eyes open so that he can study your face.

Your hair is a mess, and your cheeks are still slightly puffy (but this time, it’s for a completely different reason). You’re glowing, really, looking freshly-fucked even though Alex hasn’t gotten his cock anywhere near your cunt.

He wants to, though. Fuck, he wants to.

He reaches out so that he can cup your cheek in his large hand. You inhale deeply when his thumb begins to pet your skin softly, and then you offer him a small, satisfied smile. He chuckles, craning his neck so that he can slide his lips against yours, and you hum happily into his mouth.

He cleans you up afterwards, hoisting his pants back onto his hips and sneaking out into the hall to fetch a wet washcloth from the bathroom. You’re unable to keep the smile from your face as he silently wipes up the cum on your stomach, and he snickers when he notices that you’re staring at him.

He helps you back into your nightgown, buttoning up the first few clasps of the garment per your request. He’s cheeky (“Y’sure, love? Could just leave it undone and gimme a nice view for the rest o’ the night.”), and you roll your eyes teasingly at his suggestiveness.

You fall asleep before he does, cuddled against his bare chest with one leg slung over his hip. Alex swallows heavily as he studies your peaceful features, his fingers running softly through your hair.

He loves you, he truly does. He’s just not quite sure if he should tell you. He thinks that he might do it tomorrow morning, confessing his feelings as the sunlight streams through the window and bathes you in an angelic glow. He can see himself breaking the news to you, then, while your body snuggles into his and your eyes gleam with joy.

He nods subconsciously to himself. He’s going to do it. He’s going to tell you that he loves you. He’ll utter the words tomorrow once the two of you are roused from your sleep, and then he’ll kiss you like he can’t bear to stop, and it’ll be wonderful—the perfect morning.

That perfect morning never comes.

~*~

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Will I still be able to make a claim if I have my own insurance, he's not on my insurance, and we live together. I know there is some sort of household rule, but is that just for having kids? What if he's my dad? Will I still be able to make a claim if we live in the same household, and he's not on my insurance? I'm 21, own the car myself, and the insurance myself, basically renting a room but can't prove it. He's only insured with his business car.""

Where do I go to find public liability insurance?

I am starting to run workshops, teaching creative recycling crafts and require public liability insurance. Could you point me in the right direction please?""

What would it cost to go to the dentist with no insurance?

The last molar on my bottom left row of teeth hurts pretty bad, its decayed to the point where half the tooth is gone. I was just wondering what it would cost to get this fixed if you have no insurance? Also whats the the cost difference between getting a crown put versus having the tooth extracted? What are the pros and cons of each?""

Renting an Apartment: Is this cost per month affordable for my budget?

The apartment's rent is $750 a month...I'm living with 2 other roommates, so we are dividing that cost three ways. We'll each owe $250 a month...plus electric ($35 - $50 a month), plus cable t.v. ($30 - $40 a month), plus WiFi internet ($30 - $40 a month). So all together, each of us will owe around $275 a month, roughly. I make $32,000 a year before taxes and health insurance...I make a $250 car payment per month, and car insurance is $1000 (+ or -) for 6 months. This is my first time renting (I'm 20), so I want to be sure that I can afford this apartment.""

Is there a list of rankings of top car insurance companies? What is a good car insurance company?

I'm shopping for car insurance and want to look for reviews of all the major companies out there. I want competitive prices, but good customer service is top priority, such as not trying to find a way out of paying me if I have an accident and not raising my rates without my knowledge like some companies are rumored to do.""

How much would the rate be of the car insuance?

Ok. How much would car insurance cost on a 2007 BMW 335i coupe for an 18 year old driver with about 33,000 miles on the car. Also, how much would a 1999 ford Mustang gt witH 121,000 miles on the car for an 18 year old driver. the bmw will b in a covered shared lot while the mustang will be parked in an uncovered shared lot. We live in pheonix arizona. My car, the mustang, will be used for driving to work, as well as going to class. Same for my boyfriends car, the bmw. School is 4 miles away and work for me is about 25 miles aeay when his is only 1.5. Thabks for everyone who helps(:""

Health Insurance?!?!?

I am having to get my own health insurance for the first time. Can someone help me figure all of this out? What should I be looking for? I am young and healthy, so I would not like to pay that much, but I would like to feel confidant in my coverage. Also, I will need dental coverage-any info there?? Thanks so much!""

How much would insurance on a Mercedes C230 cost?

2008

About a car insurance..?

I've just got an instruction permit and wanna take a spin for the first time. But I'm concerned if it's ok to drive a car without my own insurance. The car is my mom's and I'm not sure the car itself is insured or she is.

16 year old insurance rate after an accident?

this afternoon i backed into another car in the high school parking lot, the damage was very minor, been insured for 2 months. how much will my rates rise ?""

Which car insurance companies only ask for 3 years convictions?

Health insurance...what does this mean?

My school has an option that states that unless you have health insurance from a ' government sponsored health insurance plan' then you have to go with the school's health plan.......which is so expensive. So what are the 'government sponsored health insurance plans?

Ways to check is a business has insurance?

Exactly what the title says, is it possible to check online, or anywhere else, if a business has any kind of insurance? I can't ask them at the moment, because of a legal issue, however, I would like to know if they have any kind of insurance. The business is in Illinois too, if that makes any difference.""

Vehicle insurance question?

If I make a buisness delivery in my personal vehicle and have an accident, will my insurance cover me?""

""If the other guy's insurance pays for damages, does that show up as points that cost me with my insurance?""

My son was rear-ended today. Damage appears minimal, but there is damage. If he has the damages paid for by the insurance company of the man who ran into his car will that cause my son's insurance rates to increase? I seem to recall that insurance companies share information, but am not sure about this issue. Thanks in advance!""

Cobra or individual health insurance?

If I loss of group health insurance due to end of employment, but the company offers Cobra plan which is too expensive for me, can I get the individual health insurance or I have to stick with the Cobra plan? I live in NJ.""

How Much does it cost to insure a ferrari?

Insurance for 1975 stingray?

What would you estimate the insurance would be for a 16 year old boy with a 1975 stingray?

Where can you read reviews on renter's insurance?

My mom just moved into this expensive high-rise building and considering the crazy amount of rent she's paying for it and all the stuff she's putting in it I think she needs insurance. How can you decide on which one to go with?

What's the cheapest car for insurance?

How much my car insurance is likely to cost?

I have just passed my (UK) driving test and is considering getting a car, but I need to budget first see if I can in fact afford one! I am female, turning 26 in a few months time. I will want to get a small, second hand car - would like a Ford Fiesta (1.2) or Honda Jazz (1.4) or VW Polo (1.2). Would want to get a car under 3000. Does anyone know roughly how much my car insurance will cost? I think I will take the Pass Plus course as well once I have decided to buy a car.""

Is a moped or motorcycle better for a college student?

I am currently a junior in college and contemplating whether to get a moped or motorcycle. I know a few pros to both. They both have high fuel economy and don't emit dangerous gases like cars do. They don't cost most insurance wise. The cons is that a moped can't go on interstates and a motorcycle is pricier and mechanics for motorcycles are pricey as well. Luckily, I can get to school and work with and without the interstate if I wanted to. Thing is that I don't want to spend over a thousand dollars on a motorcycle and deal with the maintenance. So which is better price wise? Is a moped or motorcycle more beneficial?""

What is the best priced auto insurance company for people who have been canceled due to too many claims?

These claims are all due to serious weather, vandalism, and theft.""

Do I have to pay more for my 16 yr old to drive?

Do I have to pay for a different auto insurance policy (that costs alot more)here in Oregon to allow my 16 year old son to drive our vehicles? I was told by a former ins agent, this is a scam to get more in premiums, when it is not required by law.""

How should i select PIP in car insurance...?

Hi.. I am going to take a car insurance and i am not very much clear about PIP. what is the best option to take as there are 4 PIP options given to me I have a health insurance that covers me till 80 % of the expenses. So if i take PIP option in my car insurance will it cover me the rest of the 20 %? will both the insurances work together? Please let me know. Thanks

What is loss of service insurance?

Im a working mom had an accident which required me to stay home to recuperate. Will the loss of service insurance cover answer for my claim considering I will not earn for the days I am away from work?

If I'm under my dad's car insurance and I get in an accident...?

I'm under my dad's car insurance though I have a car of my own. My insurance company refuses to give me an insurance card under my name, saying (and I'm paraphrasing here) that they only give out insurance under the name they have under the title (I forgot exactly how they worded it). Even though my insurance card is not under my name and it's under my dad's, can I still get in trouble if I'm in an accident?""

Using a po box in license for cheap car insurance?

I live in the bronx but car insurance for me is like 660 a month... that's impossible to make... I wanted to go with Statefarm... I was using a po box in Yonkers, tuckahoe 20 mins away and it dropped to 220 a month with more then just liability coverage ... the po box isn't on the street it's a ups street address.. the guy told me people do it all the time but I just wanted to be sure.. does Statefarm ask for proof of address.... like bill of con Ed which Im only 17 btw.... I work so I was going to change my address on my check I receive to the Yonkers address and my debit card address also.. and ofcourse I was going to make that my address in my license.... I know brokers will give you insurance with any addres but will it be good the 6 months or will they contact me a month or so with asking for info abt my addres... will it work is the question if it's in on my license and I say that's where I live.. I'm 17 so I don't have credit... also has anyone ever done this?? no stupid answers""

What good are healthcare insurance brokers?

I called one two weeks ago & he was going to email me different quotes. He never bothered to, and so I called him & asked where they were. He said he forgot. Meanwhile I called another health care insurance broker & she too sent me some quotes. I attempted on line to apply for one, but there was a problem with the form allowing me to go further. I not only called the broker like she said I could if there was a problem, but I also emailed her about the problem. She didn't return my phone call, and as of yet has answered my email. It seems to me they must not want to make a commission, so is it just best to contact the health insurance companies on their own? In the past a broker was able to tell me if I would qualify if there would be a mark up above standard rates. Now they say just apply on line and see what happens. Everything has to be on line which always obviously doesn't work. So, what good are health insurance brokers? They need to just do away with them if they aren't going to work.""

Temporary Car Insurance Cover?

I wanted to get a 1 day car insurance but my licence is just under 6 months. The car belongs to my Grandma. Some of the insurers are reluctant to this. I am 32ys old so not in the under 25 bracket. Any suggestions as to who I could try please. Thanks

Help on getting cheap car insurance for young drivers?

I know about multicar but i cant do that, i know about named drivers etc but is there any way i can get a decent insurance quote for a 17 year old because ive been getting 15000 quid for quotes recently. Dont tell me you cant do it thats not gonna help me, thanks""

Is there any affordable insurance plans I can get in NJ( South NJ )?

Particularly Dental Insurance. I am 20,a Part-time worker who also goes to college full time. I am not covered by my parents nor have I ever had insurance. I am one of the many Americans who do not recieve proper health care due to low income however I do need to get Dental Insurance, and Health Insurance. Is there any reasonable companies to look into?""

How much is the average car insurance if I'm 18?

Car insurance help. please help me?

I am buying a 2011 camaro 2lt. Now here is what I am thinking. If i put my car under my dad's insurance will my insurance also be lower if i am listen under my dad's insurance and as one of the people who drives the car instead of having the car under my insurance?

Insurance for 18 year - which 7 seater?

im looking for a 7 seater that i can get insurance on for myself and my son who is 18 years old. im over 50 and have got 5 years NCB, my son has had his licecnse for 1 year and ...show more""

""Teen car insurance,HELP!!!!!?""

im going to get my license in december, and i want a 2008 honda civic hybrid, im going to be 16 by then, my gpa is 4.0, and im a female, live in california, and how much will be my insurance approximately if the car is under my parent's? and what do i have to bring on the day of my road test other than my permit and my drivers training completion certificate? thx""

Which car insurance companies only ask for 3 years convictions?

350z or g35 coupe auto insurance?

I am 17 years old about to be 18 and I really want a nissan 350z or an infinity g35 coupe. I have been saving money for a few months to buy a used z or g35 but I never thought about what my insurance would be like. I am 17 with no real driving experience. I would be on my parents insurance, I had a 4.0 the last 2 years of high school so straight a's. I have a job(idk if that matters) I do not smoke. I live in California in a small town. I am a male. I dont know what else insurance companies look for so if you know of anything else please mention them in your reply. I'm just wanting to know if anyone has any kind of idea of what id be paying. Thanks""

Car Insurance Estimate?

I'm 19 years old. I've had my license since December 2008. I've never been in an accident. The car would cost around 5000$ It's a silver 2002 Saturn Vue AWD V6 With around 100,000 miles on it. Used obviously. It would be bought with a loan from a bank, so financed. I make around 1000$ a month, working 32 hours a week. Lame work for now, but hey. I can easily pay for the insurance. I also have good credit history. Any ideas on what insurance would cost.""

How does a 18 year old buy a car without a license or insurance?

I want to buy this camaro from this guy because he wants to sell it because he has two cars but I have not took my drivers test because I work so much and I do not have auto insurnce. I want to buy the car so it can sit in my garage until I get my license then I can register it and stuff. Like is their any paperwork or legal processes I should know of because In my mind I just think I can Get my uncle to drive me out there and give the guy the money in return he gives me the keys and my bro drives it to my house or does it need to be towed?

Will getting quote for Insurance affect my credit?

I am trying to switch to an insurance company with cheaper rate, so I have to get quotes from several. I am wondering if it will hurt my credit if everyone check my credit using my SSN? soft inquiries just like when I pull out my credit report?""

How much is monthly insurance rates?

What are the things you pay insurance for and how much...

Is there an individual health insurance plan that has bariatric coverage? ?

I need to find insurance that has the following: 1. Bariatric Coverage 2. Out of Network Coverage 3. 60-100% Out of Network Coverage per day Does anyone out there know of one that has all of these features?

Is auto insurance cheaper if I live with my parents or on my own?

What is the best and cheapest insurance when renting a car in America?

I have heard that when renting a car in America the insurance can be as much as the rental cost itself when organizing insurance through the rental car agency. I am traveling to the US and will be renting a car and am trying to figure out a batter way to get the collision damage waiver insurance other than paying the high insurance prices offered by car rental companies.

Will criminal record ( petty theft) effect my car insurance?

Will criminal record ( petty theft) effect my car insurance? My husband who does my car insurance doesn't know about my pending criminal charges. Will he find out when he will renew my insurance? Or any another consequences? ( I'm stay-at-home mom so I won't be applying for work)

How much would insurance group 7 be?

would just like an estimate how much insurance group 7 is

How can i get cheap/free health insurance?

i live in chicago and wanted to go to the doctors but my dad informed me i have no health insurance (only him. he is legally blind on public aid) im 20 and in college what can i do

Insurance question?

I just bought a 2008 Honda Accord, exl, 4 cyl. I can't even drive it because I dont have insurance, what is the cheapest (most affordable insurance) I should get, i am 20 years old living in ontario california.""

Can i get cheap insurance on vw scirocco for first car?

im going to be getting my full license soon and im thinking to buy the scirocco for my first car but have been put of by the insurance that i will need to pay as im gonna be a new driver, the price id need to pay yearly is 4500 which is a lot and pretty much the same as owning a jeep GCsrt8 for your first car. i was wondering is there cheaper option?""

What is pip in insurance?

Why are so many Americans against affordable health care?

""I have taken out car insurance last month,i have found a cheaper insurance,i want to find out if i can cancel ?""

my previous insurance,i took it out on installments""

How much is aaa liability cheapest insurance for a 3rd car?

If I currently have a 2009 ford taurus and a 2003 toyota camry with full insurance for 2000 a year how much extra is it to add insurance for a small, cheap used car (2001 toyota corolla) for just liability rather than full coverage by AAA? Is it going to be cheap as in 200 dollars a year extra or even no extra cost? Thanks""

Can an insurance company be sued for not paying and ruing my credit?

I had a bill and the insurance refused to pay it. They thought I was under two different insurances. The bill went to collections and they have paid a little on it but not the whole thing. It has been a year now.

How do you get proof of auto insurance?

i just got my driver's license, (i'm 17) but i haven't been able to drive yet because my dad says i need to get an insurance card as proof of insurance. It was supposed to come in the mail a week ago. No one else i know had to do any of this, and they could drive as soon as they got their license. is there a faster easier way to get proof of insurance? thanks""

How much is insurance rate on 97 camaro?

Estimate on how much my car insurance will be?

I'm financing a new (or relatively new) car pretty soon, it's probably going to be a Nissan Altima which is a very safe car and is probably going to be either brand new or no more than 1 - 3 years old. I'm just worried about how much I'm going to be paying for full coverage insurance because I haven't had a car in a couple years thus I haven't had car insurance in a while and when I did, it was only no-fault insurance. Also, I'm young (22) so that will make my insurance high. However, I have a spotless driving record so that should help. I also live in a safe county if that matters. Anyone have a ball-park figure on how much I can expect to be paying, monthly? Thanks.""

How do I get cheap insurance?

I'm 19. 1 NCB. Been on the road for 2 years and 5 months.

Does affordable car insurance exist for a 19 year old?

I'm a 19 year college student. Currently I'm a closing manager at McDonald's and a certified Cisco Network Associate. I'm in the process of buying a vehicle and was optimistic about it until I started to look for insurance. The cheapest policy I've found is $338 a month. There isn't any way I can afford that and the car payment. It's not that I'm lazy and don't work, I work 40 hour weeks plus overtime from closing. I live in a rural area (North Georgia Mountains) so taking the bus isn't a option for a 20 mile commute. My closest neighbor is 7 miles away so car pooling isn't realistic. I feel somewhat hopeless. I would join my parent's policy or something similar but I live on my own and have little to no contact with them. I've been borrowing my Mother's car to get to work but she's given me 3 weeks to get a vehicle or walk. I have found it to be almost impossible to transition into the real world and become an adult and live on my own. What's a guy to do in my situation? I can't work without transportation, and without work I can't pay bills. That American Dream I grew up hearing about seems to only exist for people who have established wealth and good parents. What's left for the others? Are people in my situation just ******?""

Can I buy car insurance with Obamacare?

What about food? Do I get free food now because of Obamacare?

Friend on my car insurance?

I have a friend (age 21+) who needs to get a car insurance but she only has a learner's permit and she cannot get an insurance herself. She has a car under her name. I am willing to add the car to my insurance and have her as a secondary driver. What are the risks I have? Am I, first of all, allowed to add a car which I do not own? Does my insurance premium go up if she gets into accident?""

Which car insurance companies only ask for 3 years convictions?

Looking to get auto insurance... should i get life insurance ?

My brother told me to check out http://quck-insurance-quote.com is this a good site to shop around for auto insurance and life insurance, I drive fast and don't want my girlfriend to have nothing if I die.""

RWD Japanese sports cars that are cheap to insure?

I.E. Not Skylines or 350Z's.

Motorcycle Insurance in Oklahoma?

Am I interpreting this correctly? Motor vehicle with a seat/saddle for the use of each rider, with not more than three wheels and a combustion engine with a piston or rotor displacement of greater than 150 cc. is a motorcycle. Does this mean if I were to buy a 125cc Honda CBR or something of the likes, that I wouldn't have to get motorcycle insurance, and I could use my Class C license and not have to get a Class M license as well?""

""Where do i get cheap car insurance after passing my test at 17yrs old, thanks?""

Where do i get cheap car insurance after passing my test at 17yrs old, thanks?""

How easy is it to change my car insurance?

I am 23, and never changed my car insurance before. I had it for 5 years. I paid $65, then after a ticket, over a year ago it suddenly went to $87. That is with progressive. Esurance offered me $55 for same coverage. If I usually pay on the 20th, can I call them up, set up new plan, and have it start on 20th, and have old one stop on 20th, without another bank deduction?""

Oklahoma data bank life insurance search?

Search for deceased relative who may have insurance in Oklahoma

How much for car insurance?

My mom drives a Mercedes B 150 (about 5 year old car), she's Middle Aged and had a good driving record so her insurance is around 200-300pa. I'm nearly 18, and a new driver (passed yesterday), was wondering how much insurance would be for me if I was added onto her insurance. (just an estimation would be great!) Thanks in advance!""

Affordable health insurance? My husband's work does not pay for mine nor our son's insurace so we pay out of?

pocket. We have Aetna right now but they just keep jacking our prices up. My husband has not been to the doctor at all this year and they have raised his prices too. Does anyone know of a good health insurance plan that is affordable please?? Thank you!

Hit and Run insurance help!!?

My car was hit 4/19 and now I want to get it fixed through my insurance. The damages from Honda are about $1200. I think I should file with my insurance since I can't afford it. Since I did get the quote with Honda will the insurance company or DMV know I got it on that day?? I do not know if they will honor it since it was a few weeks ago.. I have a $100 detuctible and that is way cheaper than the $1200 but do not know what to tell them when i file the claim.. I am with Mercury and live in California

Where can I seek affordable health coverage for general and emergency care?

I'm currently jobless, and living abroad in Central America with my boyfriend. I need health insurance for emergencies and general health care. The plan I had was too expensive and I am desperate for a sense of security in case something happens. Also, I have been struggling with some more minor health issues and need to be able to see an American MD when I am home in the states. Please advise. Would also appreciate helpful weblinks as internet resources. Thanks.""

Insurance stats?

hello where can i find insurance data of the United states, on the historically and socially aggregated cash flow and balance sheet of the insurance company

Is there a website for health insurance quotes?

im goin 2 b 19 & my current health insurance will exp. i need to find health insurance fast as well as as dentist insurance. sum ppl told me not 2 get eye insurance cuz payin da monthly payment vs. getting da benefit isn't worth it. meanin u pay more than u get out of it. but i want ur opinion as well sum other ppl told me 2 go 2 a hospital 2 ask sum ?'s of what health i should get, meanin like find out what im cover 4. like i don't want 2 pay hidden charges. like basically i need help cuz nobody is guidin me on what 2 do after im not cover. like im on my own.""

What are the variables included in the cost of car insurance?

What are the BASIC variables that are included in any car insurance? i.e...car color, car make, type of car, horsepower, year, age of driver, ethnicity...? Which things do they look at car wise/and driver wise that affect how much insurance you end up paying in the end? and does the speed of the car effect the cost greatly?""

""Insurance for 6 months, changes mid policy?""

I'm looking at buying insurance for a 6 month period, but 2 months into the period there will be a change that causes a significant price drop (3 points removed from my license and my birthday). Will they generally allow me to have my rate adjusted mid-policy? I'm talking of a price difference of about 100 a month, so I really want to see how I can make this work.""

Is it necessary to buy rental car insurance even though i have my car insurance policy with me?

i have a car and have taken...if i take a rental car , then my auto insurance...""

How much would insurance for a Subaru Impreza WRX be?

I am getting my license very soon and I plan on getting an 02 Subaru Impreza WRX for my first car. I am curious to know what will be the monthly cost of my insurance (an estimate). I will be on my parents insurance and they have Liberty Mutual. I know that the WRX has one of the highest insurance rates but I want to know if it will be doable or not. Thanks in advanced.

Car insurance price difference?

I have just partially cleared my garage and want to know before i clear the rest of the garage and run around getting different quotes, how much cheaper is insurance parking in a garage rather than a drive.""

Is it okay to drive your parents car but dont have insurance yet but your parents gave permission to drive it?

Like if i was to be pulled over which I plan on not being because I drive very carefully but with cops now a days they will pull you over for no reason and just follow you and pull ...show more

B Average for Car insurance Discount?

Is 84.86 considered a B average in the eyes of the insurance company? My school doesn't give grades on a 4 point scale- only the percentage

Insurance prices?

Why is insurance so high on a 08 suzuki 1300. I am 42 and was quoted 900 a year. Is that bout right

Is this the best way to go about cheap car insurance at 17?

Get insured on my mother's car for a year then get my own when the insurance drops.

Car Insurance discrimination?

I was filling out a car insurance quote form online , I put my mother as the main driver and me as additional but accidentally put me as a spouse , the quote came back as 400 pounds. As i reviewed the quote i notice my mistake and changed it to Other ( Spouse , Partner , Other only listed ) and then my quote came back as 2000 pounds. I am 18 years old and getting car insurance is hard but my question is how does being married make me a safer driver and is it possible to take insurance companies to court because of there overlooked age discrimination""

Renault clio? first time insurance how to get it cheap?

looking at a clio 1999-2003 model any hints on how to get cheaper? got a quote for 4000 today!

Am I required to have auto insurance if I dont drive the car?

The car is financed. I will still be making payments. If the car is in storage do i have to have it insured? I live in washington state.

How are home insurance rates in hawaii?

I'd like to buy close to the water (would be impacted by hurricanes). FLA is ridiculous now-cant get insurance near the water for entire home value. Thought Hwi might be better since they dont get hit so much.

Which car insurance companies only ask for 3 years convictions?

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/blue-shield-california-health-insurance-quotes-nathan-stone"

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