This week has been uncomfortable, to say the least.

Elijah clearly doesn't want me here just as much as I don't want to be a nuisance. If I'm being honest, I can understand that it's weird.

I mean, to be fair, the last time we spoke was when he ordered me to stay the hell away from him. And here I am, staying in his house with his Dad. He has a right to be upset.

I crouched down to redo my shoelace and took a second to catch my breath. My morning runs and workouts have been such a saving grace. Getting me out of the house and out of my head is exactly what I need.

Especially when Elijah and Katelyn are determined to have me listen in on their sex life.

I laughed under my breath. What a joke.

If he really liked her like he says he does, he wouldn't leave her with Gwen as much as he does. He barely even talks to her when we're all around each other. It's pathetic.

I don't know why he's leading the poor girl on.

I rounded the corner through the park that has my favorite trees that create a canopy tunnel of trees. The branches and leaves arch and weave together above, forming a tunnel that feels both cozy and enchanting. My favorite part? The way the sunlight peeks through the gaps, casting beautiful patterns on the path below my feet.

It feels so magical. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, soaking it in. Elijah would love to see this.

I rounded the corner and came out the other side of the tunnel to the streets of our town. This was a busier street with all of our local shops.

I ran into one of our local coffee shops that I love. Grabbing myself a caramel macchiato (my favorite), I decided to get everyone else a hot drink.

If I remember correctly, Elijah loves lemonade so I opted to get him something cold this time.

Walking home, I listened to my favorite songs on repeat in my headphones.

It was such a beautiful day, I'm happy I took this way home.

Walking into the house, I popped my earphones out only to hear Elijah in the living talking to who must be Jude.

"Dad, all I'm saying is that it's weird." Elijah continued. He must not have heard me come in. I kept walking in. "Why can't he just get a life of his own?"

"Elijah, enough–"

"No! He has my house and my old job, and now he's stolen you! He's the one that has had enough. He's sucking my life out from under me." Elijah yelled.

I couldn't believe it. That's how he really felt? I didn't realize.

"Who are you? You never would've spoken like this before college."

"That's where you're wrong, Dad. I'm just speaking facts. Tobias needs to get his own life and stop stealing mine."

I walked further in.

"Eli– oh, Tobias." Jude sat up on the couch to look behind himself at me. I watched as Elijah straightened up his back after obviously crowding over top of his Dad.

I clenched my jaw.

"I got you guys, drinks. I–I'll just leave them, here." I said setting them on the table.

"Tobias, please–" Jude said trying to stop me.

I turned around and ran up the stairs towards the bathroom. I had to be alone.

Pressure behind my eyes was building up quickly.

Fuck, him! I mean, honestly. Fuck, him.

I hopped into the shower and gave myself a long wash. I needed to calm my anger down. Anger? Hurt? All of the above!

I mean, where does he get off?

I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door. Stopping in my tracks, I was quickly met with Elijah standing there waiting for me.

"Move," I ordered, pushing him out of the way and heading into the guest bedroom.

"Woah, what's your problem?" Elijah asked, following after me.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" I said storming in the room. He closed the door behind himself.

"Yeah," He nodded.

"You've been nothing but mean to me ever since high school. You're so cruel and you don't even see it." I laughed, pacing the room.

"I'm not."

"No, because you are. You act like I was some big horrible mean guy in high school when in reality, every time I would even try to talk to you, you shot me down repeatedly." I breathed. "Granted, I get the fact that I didn't try harder to talk to you but damn, you did not make it easy. You were so quick to paint me as the bad guy that you haven't even looked in the mirror. Not even once!" I called out. I stepped up close to him, meeting him in his face. "I dare you to ask yourself how nice of a fucking person you are, Elijah. Because from where I'm standing, if I'm so bad, you're fucking Judas." I shoved him back.

"Don't fucking push me." He said throwing his hands on my chest and shoving me back.

"I hate you!" I said pushing him back harder. This time, he slammed into the door.

"You fucking suck!" He yelled, this time slamming into me like a football player, tackling me onto the bed.

I smacked him in the face and he did the same thing to me. We were going back and forth, kicking and tussling with each other. It took me a few minutes of this back and forth to realize where the slight breeze was coming from. At some point, my towel must've slipped off but honestly, I was too mad to care.

I've been holding in this anger all fucking week!

Somehow he was able to get on top of me as I twisted and turned to try to get out of his grapple. He cupped my neck, attempting to choke me but I reached for one of my pillows behind my bed and came down hard on his face over and over again.

"Get the hell off of me!" I kicked my legs up. But, by accident, this action slipped him right into the seat of my lap. My very naked lap.

"Make me!" He yelled, squishing his palm into my cheek to hold me down.

It was only then that I realized he was wearing grey joggers. The soft material was moulded to his skin, I realized as I could easily make out the feel of his ass rub along my thighs.

Our angry grunts and panting were filling the room and so was the heat from all the friction that was starting up between us. Our slapping was slowing down but I was determined to keep it going. We were both out of breath, as we clawed at each other.

That's when my mind made the biggest mistake. I couldn't help but zone in on how good he looked above me. His brown hair swayed over me, tunneling over my face just like those beautiful trees this morning on my run. Only it was his eyes that were shining down on me.

Wait, what!? No! I'm mad. I'm angry.

I rolled him over angrily so now he was on his back and I was positioned in between his legs. Since I was free to do as I please in this position, I took this as a great time to slap him in the face a couple of times. Not hard, obviously, but just enough for him to know I'm here and I am so winning this.

"You psycho!" He laughed.

"Did you just laugh?" I smiled. I slapped him again.

"No! Stop!" He squirmed underneath me to get out of my hold.

Fuck. I hate how good that feels.

I could feel myself growing harder by the second which was exceptionally embarrassing, but I didn't want to end it at the same time.

I'm still so angry but dammit, it feels really good I can't quite think straight.

He didn't seem like he was hating it either. I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my thigh again and again.

"I fucking hate you s-so much." He muttered. That sounded suspiciously like a moan at the end there.

"I h-hate you so much fucking more." I breathed, grinding my hips into his.

This was so fucking wrong. Holy shit.

"Fuck." He moaned, rubbing his thick dick against my thigh, creating a steady pattern.

"Shit." I moaned. I felt dizzy all of a sudden. So much heat flowing through me. At this point, our dicks have shifted to align with each other, and even through his pants, it felt amazing against mine.

I think he forgot how much he hated me in this moment because his hands were now on my waist pushing and pulling me to keep me in place.

I was getting choppy with the pace.

This is Elijah. Elijah fucking Throne. I can't believe this is happening. I looked down at him, his face all flushed and hot. I watched as his eyes began to drift closed and his lips slightly parted which might be the hottest thing I've ever seen. I couldn't fucking hold on anymore.

My hand moved from his neck to his mouth, and he did the same to mine keeping us both quiet.

We both burst at the same time. I know because I watched as my dick emptied all over his joggers and I watched in amazement as a pool of wetness seeped through from the inside out.

He struggled to hold in his moans which came out as soft purrs which drove me even more insane and right over the edge.

I grinded a little more, drawing out my orgasm for a couple of more seconds before I froze.

Terrified at the aftermath, I didn't even want to move.

I tried to keep still in fear that he was going to freak out.

"What just—" He started. His eyes darted around the room.

"I don't know" I finished.

He looked around and licked his lips looking back down at me and my naked body sitting on his lap as though he was gaining consciousness.

"Oh, fuck." I said, rolling off of him and onto the bed.

"I should–"

"Yeah." I nodded my head, covering my lap with the towel.

He reached for the door handle but stopped. "Fuck." He said looking down at his pants. "Katelyn is going to be waiting for me in my room. She's going to see..." He muttered more to himself than to me.

"Oh, right." I jumped up and rummaged through my pants for some joggers that looked like his. All I got were some black ones, though.

"Here," I said handing it to him.

He looked at me confused. "Well, turn around." He said like it was obvious.

I gave him a bored face. It's not like we just came for each other or anything.

Fuck. We just came for each other.

I turned away from him while he made the swap.

"Thanks." He muttered.

"Yeah, no—" He was already gone out the door. "problem."

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Authors Note:

Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shittttt! Smut has officially entered the chat! 

Don't Panic!!! 

Okay, I'm the one panicking. What'd you think?? I love smut in books - especially when each one kind of slowly evolves with the characters relationship. I want to get better with writing them though so let me know if you have any feedback. 

It won't slow down from here so YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.