Own

Jealous?

Levi?

Hate fuck?

Andrius’ words should have turned me off, made me shutter, and want to crawl into a hole but they didn’t. They did the exact opposite and I felt a thrill. Levi doesn’t hate me, nor would he stop me from taking what I wanted. He would be jealous, maybe angry that he has to share me but the idea of them glaring at each other while they took me only makes my skin break out in goosebumps. Was that adrenaline? Excitement? Maybe it was a mixture of both. I wanted to see my well composed, always calm best friend riled up and angry. I wanted him to get Andrius’ face, claim me, get physical. There was something in me that bowed to Andrius and his requests. There was also something about him that made all of my fears and thoughts scatter. I didn’t worry about anything, it was all too easy to clear my mind and focus on him. I felt a pull to him to that day on the Lake and I want to explore him more. That was it.

Without a second thought, I pushed up off the ground and s