I stumble down the stairs, laughing as I manage to steady myself enough so Sophia doesn't trip over me.

The black-haired girl puts her hand over her mouth, hiding the laughter coming from her lips. I take her hand, letting her smile freely. I don't let go of her hand, guiding us towards the exit of the jewelry store.

A man in a jacket beckons me, opens the door for us. I let Sophia go in first.

I turn to see her, her smile doesn't disappear, her head is leaning back on the seat, looking at me from the other side.

I move my body closer to her, putting her legs over mine, Sophia settles herself, but doesn't say anything to make me move away.

"How did you find this place?" Her voice is low and a little hoarse from the hours, inside, screaming over the loud music.

My eyes collide with hers, my face is close to hers, drawn by her soft voice.

"When I moved to the city, I spent a week at Oli's, my dad has a house here, one he shared with my mom." The girl's eyes fill with sadness. I stop breathing for a second when her hand goes to my hair, moving it delicately without noticing. "Oli, Asher and Luna helped me fix it up enough to make it livable after so long, but I couldn't sleep there the first day. I didn't want to worry, Oli and I didn't know Luna or Ash well enough to tell them anything. So I just walked the streets aimlessly, with nothing in mind."

"You found it that day," she says, and I nod, my gaze going to her lips, but I close my eyes, enjoying her caress in my hair, trying to focus on that and not on the urge I have to kiss her. "Thank you for showing me." My eyes widen, and I smile as I see gratitude in her eyes.

As if she understood that I needed to get lost that day and I accomplished just that.

"Can I give you a ride home?" I ask her, my voice barely a whisper.

To my surprise, the girl nods.

I open the car door, helping the girl out.

Sophia starts walking towards the big doors of her house.

I blink, trying to clear my mind, seeing the same house from the photograph Silas gave me the day I found out it belongs to the governor.

I see Sophia, who seems focused on getting something out of her purse, I laugh when she drops her keys. The girl bends down and picks them up, still walking towards the door.

"Young" I call out to her, receiving a smile from her.

I approach her, taking the purse she has left on the floor.

After a long night, the questions start to come back to my mind, but my brain slows down, the words can't formulate well on my tongue.

I stand still as her eyes go to my jaw. Her finger touches the edge where a small mole rests on my skin.

I move closer to her, letting her explore as much as she wants, not wanting her eyes to leave me.

I see her eyelashes, the little makeup on her eyes is almost nonexistent. I see her lips, pink from some of the colored drinks.

Sophia seems unhappy with the distance, so she walks towards me. My hand goes to her waist as she wobbles a little.

I close my eyes as her finger starts to move down my cheek. She delicately touches my eyelashes, and her free hand goes to my shirt, finding stability.

"It's not fair that your eyelashes are longer than mine," she says. I open my eyes to see a small grimace on her face. I chuckle softly.

"I can give them to you if you want Young." I say, wanting to tell her that whatever she asks for, whatever she wants, everything, she could have it all.

She could have all of me.

Maybe she already has me.

"What will you do without them?" she asks, still talking about my eyelashes.

"My beauty will survive." the girl laughs.

I move closer to her with the help of my hand still on her waist. I rest my other hand on her lower back, leaving me a few seconds to see her lips.

Only a few seconds before I have to force myself to look away.

"Young." my voice sounds husky, coming out as a question or a plea.

Damn it.

"Mmm?" My eyes travel to hers after a great effort to tear my gaze away from her lips.

But I need to see her reaction, I need to see her.

"I want to kiss you." my words come out loud, confident, like my heart isn't about to burst out of my chest. "Tell me not to."

I think about Asher, I think about his father, I think about Oli, and I think about all the secrets she has.

I think about how this, us, would be not only a distraction for her and what she plans, but it would also be what ends up destroying me.

Because whatever she plans, I know well that she doesn't expect to have a future in this city.

A future where I am in it.

I know better, so my voice sounds pleading, not being brave enough to make the decision on my own, wanting her to pull me away, to end this.

Her eyes are clear, she sees me as she has seen me since day one. As if she knows everything about me.

Her hand comes up again, her fingers entwined with my hair at the back of my neck.

I stop breathing as her hand pulls me closer to her.

She sighs as she feels my lips on hers, pulls me closer to her, placing both hands on my neck.

I groan as our tongues meet, my grip on her waist a little tighter, steadying our bodies against the wave of sensations.

We parted for air, my eyes going to hers, searching for any hint of regret on her part, but her eyes sparkled. Sophia tries to hide her smile behind her fingers before she pulls away from me a little, moving one of her hands from my neck down my arm, grabbing my hand as she pushes her door open.

Though my brain screams for me to take a look around the house, to look for any hint of her plans, it all disappears as she releases my hand, moving up towards the tie of her blouse, untying it in front of me as she walks up the stairs.

My body tenses as I understand what she is doing, where she is leading me.

I keep my eyes on her, on her slow movements, following her up the stairs after closing the front door behind me.

When I hear the sound of the zipper on her skirt, I stop for just a few seconds, to remind myself that I need to breathe, that I need to breathe in order to keep living, but the sparkle in her eyes is so unreal that for a second I wonder if I'm not dreaming.

I want to laugh at the thought that constantly goes through my head when I wonder if I'm sleeping, when I'm with her.

My footsteps start again as the skirt falls.

I swallow thickly at the sight of her bare legs, the small black lingerie covering her body, her chest rising and falling, searching for the air that seems to have disappeared from the house.

I lose control when I reach the top of the stairs, bringing our lips together, bringing her face as close as I can with my hands, still unable to bring myself to lower my hands to touch her half-naked body.

Knowing well that if I lower my hands from her cheeks, my hands will be trembling with the desire that coats my body.

Her hands grasped my shirt, guiding me into one of the rooms without parting our lips.

The door behind us opens. I separate our lips for only a few seconds, wanting to observe what I think is her room, but her hands take my face. She pulls our lips together with a slight growl, telling me to concentrate.

I almost laugh between kisses, but her hands push me away until I fall into a sitting position on her white sheets.

She pulls away from me, leaving me with an empty feeling that I don't like at all.

Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing is just as ragged as mine.

I smile, watching as she takes the time to watch me, my eyes lowering to her body. I clench the sheets in my hands, trying to just sit there, waiting for her to come to me and not pounce on her as my body begs me to.

My mouth opens to start begging her to come closer, I reach out my hand, placing it on the back of her thigh to pull her to me.

Sophia doesn't resist, catching her breath before standing in the middle of my legs.

I take a deep breath, placing my hands on either side, trying my hardest not to let them tremble as I feel the warmth of her body.

I don't take my eyes off of hers, slowly moving my hands up, making to place them on her waist, pausing slightly at the bode of her black lingerie.

Her eyes close, her lips open slightly, I close the distance, needing to put my lips on her.

I kiss her chin, making her whimper. I pull her closer to me, needing to close all the distance between us.

I kiss her neck, her collarbone, I kiss everything in front of me, never having known anything as addictive as her skin before.

I breathe once, grabbing all the strength I have to separate my lips from her neck. I search her eyes with my gaze, she moans at the lack of caress. I tense my jaw, trying to stop myself from kissing her again at that very moment.

But I force my mouth open.

"Have you already...?"

"Yes." she replies, barely in a whisper.

Sophia closes her eyes once more as I cup her face, touching her lips with my thumb.

I feel her body tremble and I smile as I see her react to my touch.

I put more pressure on her lower lip, getting her to open her mouth for me.

I press our lips together and almost sigh in relief as I feel her tongue play with mine.

A slight moan escapes her lips, managing to tighten my grip on her legs even more.

I manage to get her to sit on top of me, I place my hands on her lower back, pulling her closer and closer to me.

I separate my lips from hers, pull my face away as she tries to bring them together again. She moans, somewhat annoyed, at all this groping.

"Are you sure...?"

"Yes," she grunts, bringing our lips roughly together.

I laugh, unable to keep from smiling between kisses.

I run my hand up her back, needing to get rid of the few clothes still covering her body. I manage to remove her bra, tossing it aside, biting her bottom lip lightly before joining our lips again.

Sophia placed her hands on my chest, patting my clothes, annoyed by the amount of fabric, she began to remove my jacket. When she manages to get it off, I toss it aside.

Her hands go down to the end of my shirt, wanting to pull it up and get rid of it once and for all.

I groan when she lowers her face to my pants, she tries to unbutton the belt, but the separation of our lips is so painful that I pull her chin up with my finger, sighing once our lips are together again.

I lift her up, still with her on my legs, manage to flip her over, putting her back on her bed, placing myself in between her legs.

I kiss her desperately, knowing I need to separate from her for a few seconds to get rid of my damn pants. I kiss her once more, grunting as I pull away from her.

I almost ripped off my belt, nearly rendering it unusable, before pulling my pants down.

But when my eyes go up to her, I stop.

Only a miracle doesn't bring me to my knees at the sight of her.

Her pale skin, her legs spread to give me room between them, her perfect breasts rising and falling.

Her dark eyes, darker than I've ever seen them.

"Fucking hell" I whisper, my voice so hoarse it hurts.

I drop down on top of her, not putting my full weight on her, cupping her face with one hand, pressing our lips together, moaning as I feel our bodies separated only by our underwear.

I try to calm my breathing, calm my body that cries out to me, rip off her lingerie and do to her everything that for weeks my mind has wanted to do to her.

I groan as I remember the fucking condom in my pants.

Unable to separate my body from hers I pull her up with me, grabbing as best I can the small silver packaging before laying us back down on her bed.

Sophia bites my lip at the same moment my hand goes down to her underwear, I pull it off her without delicacy, unable to control my mind.

I need a second to compose myself when I feel how wet she is.

"Fuck Young." I sigh.

I move my fingers up and down, exploring her intimate area, earning a small moan from her.

My mind goes blank as her lips part mine, she moans in my ear, as I slide my fingers inside her.

I lift my head to watch her reaction to my movements—slow at first, then faster.

Her eyes close, her head falls back, I fill her neck with kisses, kissing her collarbone, nibbling on the lovule of her ear, not avoiding licking the back of it a little.

Her hand goes up to her lips, trying to quiet her moans as my fingers continue to pleasure her.

"Let me hear you." growl pressing just the right spot to make her roll her eyes.

Sophia curves her back, giving me a perfect view of her tits.

I gawk at the sight of them, unable to believe I hadn't been paying proper attention to them all this time.

I catch one of her nipples with my teeth, sucking lightly, playing with the tip of my tongue with one, before kissing the other.

I groan at the pressure of my pants, trying with all my might to keep my breathing as calm as I can.

I parted my lips from her precious heft, joining my lips with hers, wanting to feel through her mouth as she came.

I separate my fingers from her entrance, enjoying watching her trying to compose herself.

"Open your eyes Young, we're not done yet." I press our lips together, desperate for her.