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Shorter chapter, sorry.

*Mature content*

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~Scott~

Hailey.

She'd been on my mind all morning as I'd gotten ready to go to my lectures. During lunch time, I'd walked past her usual table and had been careful not to make eye contact, knowing that she would've taken my looking as a sign of hope, which it wasn't.

We were done. For good.

After taking a shower, I stepped into my room only to find her stood there. "How did you get in?" I asked her even though I knew she'd be back ever since the night she'd asked me to meet her under the cover of darkness.

I analysed her as she remained stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, looking unsure as she told me, "Your parents let me in."

I nodded.

"Can you give me a minute?" I asked her, not even having to gesture towards my towel.

When I was fully dressed I called out to her and she returned, still having the grace to knock on the door softly before coming in.

"I need to talk to you," she aannounced shyly once she shut the door behind her. Judging by her appearance, she looked frayed. "It's important."

I gestured for her to at the foot of my bed as a sign that I was willing to listen, and she obliged. It took her a moment to collect herself, and I gave her the privacy to do so by casting my glance elsewhere.

When she finally cleared her throat, I felt something stir within me that was both unfamiliar yet familiar, as I met her blue eyes.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I said to her.

"I... I have feelings for you," she confessed, looking as if it was taking everything in her to admit to. As if an invisible hand had crawled its way up my spine, I sat up straighter and tried to think how I could deal with the situation. "I've had them for a while and I don't know what to do about it."

I tried to shift away to give her some more privacy as she sniffed, wiping at her tears, but she didn't appear to want me to do so and grabbed at my leg. She looked so fragile; lost. What could I say to that? And to her of all people?

I knew it could get complicated very quickly if I said the wrong thing, so I wiped my sweaty palms on my shorts and said the first thing I could think of. "I'm sorry."

She was still crying. I knew couldn't give her the wrong idea, not her. "I, er, I'm not ready for that kind of relationship..." I trailed off, feeling very much like a pile of shit.

She nodded, seeming to come to a realisation as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ears before standing. "It's fine." At that, she let out a bitter laugh that sounded more like a bark. "I'm such an idiot for coming here; I'm sorry for wasting your time."

As she turned to leave she dropped her purse, and I immediately bent down to pick it up out of habit. She must've done so too, as our fingers brushed when we both went to reach for it at the same time. The effect was hypnotising, freezing us both. I stood, carefully drawing her near to me as I focused on our even breathing.

What was happening?

That, along with the thought that what we were doing was most definitely wrong, became much more distant as my hands which were placed on her back, effortlessly closed the distance between us. Her expression was doe-eyed as I ever so carefully pressed my lips against hers, desperately needing to feel their softness.

She shivered as I ran my fingers down her arms and I could feel myself stirring. When I pulled away I instantly missed the feel of her against me, even though I didn't know why.

I couldn't make sense of anything.

"This isn't a good idea," I told her with my lips still not too far from hers, despite the fact that it was I who'd broken the kiss. She was probably a rebound, I thought to myself, which would explain the way I was acting. Although it didn't feel like it.

I tried to convey the urgency to leave whatever was happening between us alone through my eyes; not knowing whether or not she'd received it.

"I know," she replied just as she leaned forward and closed the gap.

The second she did I lost all control and allowed her to rip at my shirt, pulling it off.

I tugged at her blouse until I began to undo it and we kept going, desperate to get the other undressed, as if after any given moment one of us would stop what we were doing out of regret. Neither of us did as we fell heavily onto the bed, clad in nothing but our undergarments.

Unclasping her bra, I threw it onto the floor, before taking one of her nipples in my mouth. She moaned as I sucked, arching her back.

We carried on and I felt her, touched her; tasted her until I eventually pushed myself inside of her, enjoying the feel of her warmth clamped around me. She moaned again, the sounds increasing until she reached her climax. As she did, her walls tightened around me pushing me into my own final throes of bliss.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her panting heavily; not bothering to pull away as she kissed my neck.
It had all happened so quickly, yet at the same time it had felt like it had lasted an eternity -- something that I couldn't grasp my head around.

Climbing off from on top of her, we lay side by side, linking hands. It was something that was done in the moment and although it seemed almost alien, it also felt right somehow. I wasn't stupid; I knew I was probably reacting this way because of the breakup, but something told me it was more than that.

That it could have been more if I let it.

Lifting her hand, I kissed it. She looked up at me through her long lashes; her blonde hair a mess that was spread across my pillow and as I leaned in for another kiss, her lips parted. I needed this, I thought as our lips joined together in a frenzy once more.

I was convinced it would help me to get over the girl who had taken my heart and possessed it for almost an entire year, eventually enabling me to move on. I didn't care if it was wrong.

Looking intensely at each other, we seemed to have a silent conversation. At the same moment we reached the same decision. As rash as it was, I knew we both wanted this and I wasn't about to stop it.

There was only one condition.

"Hailey can't know about us," I told her firmly. I didn't even want to know what would happen if she ever found out, which is why she couldn't.

She nodded her head in agreement. "I won't let anyone find out about us if you won't," was her final sweet whisper before our lips crashed together.

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Hmm... Has Scott gone back to his player ways or is this something more for him?

Is he or is he not revisiting his past... or more precisely, someone from his past? ;D

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