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I paused in my steps, taking in the sight of Rosalyn.

        She wore white shorts and a one-shoulder, floral blouse. Her hair was held up in a high ponytail, and she smiled shyly at me. It was the first time I was seeing her in weeks. She looked beautiful. My little Latina always looked beautiful. I smiled as I made my way over to her.

        "Hey," I greeted.

        "Hey, Kenji," she replied as she brushed aside a strand of hair behind her ear.

        I missed Rosalyn like hell. I missed her laugh and her personality and just being around her, but I didn't think about her obsessively like I thought I would after the breakup. At least, not as much as I thought I would. But as I saw her now, I missed her even more for the time we spent apart.

        "How are you?" she asked after some silence.

        "Good," I said with a nod. "What's up with you?"

        "Nothing much," Rosalyn replied. "Junior year's kicking my ass already, but nothing I can't handle."

        "You've got this," I reassured her, and she nodded. I nodded, too, scanning our surroundings to look anywhere but at her.

        After a couple seconds of uncomfortable silence, Rosalyn broke it, "Can we talk inside?"

        "Sure," I agreed, and I opened the apartment door for us.

         We walked in, and after we removed our shoes, Rosalyn made herself comfortable on the couch. Her eyes scanned the apartment with a smile on her face.

"This is my first time seeing this place." Her gaze returned to me, and I took a seat beside her, resting my elbows on my knees.

"Really?"

She nodded, and it hit me. That first day at the apartment when we hung out, she never came in, and we never really saw each other after that. Then she broke up with me outside of the apartment. This was her first time coming inside and getting a feel of the place.

"Do you like it?"

"It's nice. I'm happy for you." Rosalyn patted my thigh, and I jerked slightly. It felt weird having her hands on me again. They were so small and soft. So much different from Darian's hard and large ones, which I'd gotten accustomed to. "That's not why I'm here though."

Rosalyn scooted closer to me, and I turned my head her way. "What is it?"

"I want you back, Kenji."

My breath caught in my throat at her words. I expected something like this when I saw her outside my apartment because why else would she be here, but hearing it provoked an entirely new emotion. I was excited because that meant my little Latina was going to be back in my life again, and I loved that. I missed having her around and being able to talk to her and hang out, but at the same time, I felt a hint of nonchalance.

"Why?" I asked. "Why now?" Rosalyn's face fell. "You break up with me and cut me loose for weeks, so why do you want me back now?"

Rosalyn brushed her ponytail back and grabbed both of my hands in hers. She leaned towards me, and we held eye contact. "Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I've ever made, Kenji. I never should have given up on us like that." I smiled, glad I was just as important in her life as she was in mine.

"I missed you," she said, and I squeezed her hand because I missed her, too. "I missed you like crazy, and I thought it would have been easier to end things then—before we got in too deep. But I was wrong. Giving up on us and walking away wasn't the answer. It only hurt the both of us in the process because it hurt like hell."

It did hurt. Her breaking up with me as my girlfriend wasn't what turned the knife for the kill. What hurt like a bitch was her leaving me as a friend. Her giving up on our friendship and all that we'd gone through.

"I don't care that you're in college," Rosalyn said. "We can work through this. We can figure out a way to be able to see each other and text and talk on the phone and be in each other's lives. We'll figure something out. We'll find a way together, like we always do." We grinned at each other. "We've been through worse together. We can get through this, too."

She was right. Rosalyn and I had been through hell together, from Camila's death to my shift in personality to the bullying I endured to some of the tormenting she endured for associating with me to so much more. We went through a lot to be in each other's lives. I wasn't ready to give up on us yet. I wanted Rosalyn in my life. I would always want her in my life.

She was my little Latina.

"I'm sorry I was a shitty boyfriend," I said. "I brought the breakup on myself by not giving you the time and attention you deserved." Yeah, I was reconnecting with the others, but I never should have left Rosalyn hanging like that. "You're my girl." She smiled. "You're my rock. My ride or die chick. I never should have let us drift apart like that in the span of a month. I was in the wrong, and I'm sorry, Rosie." I rubbed her knee.

"I'm sorry, too, for not being patient with you," Rosalyn acknowledged. "I shouldn't have been so insecure about us. About you. With you, I have nothing to be insecure about, Kenji."

"You don't."

"What do you say, Ken?" Rosalyn watched me with hopeful eyes. "Do you still want to be with me?"

"Of course," I said, making her grin again. I would always want to be around Rosalyn. I loved being around her too much. "I'll love to have you back."

        Rosalyn was my girl. I was done leaving my girl hanging.

When I sat up straight, Rosalyn pulled me into a hug, and I held her back. I missed her hugs, so I buried my head into her shoulder as she clutched onto mine. "I missed you, Kenji."

"I missed you, Rosie," I muttered in her shoulder.

I inhaled the smell of her sweet, coconut shampoo because I missed it. That and just having her around. I was glad to have my little Latina back.

We pulled away from each other, taking in the other person's face and body and their presence in general. I didn't realize how much time we spent apart until now. I was glad it was over.

However, once my eyes moved to Rosalyn's, a new look crossed her face. Before I could get a chance to decipher it, she grabbed me and smashed her lips against mine. I groaned into the kiss in shock but kissed her back. This kiss felt different, but I chose to focus on her soft lips instead.

She pushed my jacket off, removing it from my body, and I threw it to the side. Rosalyn pulled away from my lips to pull my shirt over my head, and I smirked as her eyes took in my exposed skin. Rosalyn had seen my chest so many times that I wasn't even self-conscious about my scars. "Missed me?" I asked, and she nodded with her lips parted and a lustful look in her eyes.

Her lips returned to mine and we continued kissing, discarding of our clothes until I was left in only my boxers and she in only her bra and thong. I couldn't stay on the couch any longer. It reminded me too much of the time Darian gave me a blowjob on one, and there was a jolt in my crotch at the memory. We had to change locations.

        So I stood up, pulling Rosalyn with me. Our lips remained glued together while I lifted her up in my arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I led us to my room, holding onto Rosalyn's ass while she played with the strands of my hair. My growing erection poked her the whole way there, and she snickered against my lips.

        As soon as we reached our destination, I threw her onto my bed and joined her, crawling towards her like a thirsty predator. She giggled in anticipation.

I needed this. We both did. I hadn't had sex in a while, and I was guessing she hadn't either. Yeah, what Darian and I did was sexual, but it wasn't sex. I needed sex.

        However, I still couldn't help but think of our different sexcapades. The blowjobs. The hand jobs. That moment in the shower.

        I groaned against Rosalyn's lips at the thought, and my erection strained in my boxers.

Rosalyn reached into my boxers and grabbed my shaft. She stroked me a couple times, making my breathing heavier. "Someone is ready for me," she noted with one of the sexiest looks.

I couldn't deny it. Rosalyn was gorgeous, but I couldn't help but be disturbed by the fact that she wasn't the one who made me hot at that moment. Memories of my friends with benefits was what did the trick.

        I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts as I refocused on Rosalyn.

I removed her bra, followed by her thong. They matched, and I knew she planned this. She planned on seducing me. She was so cute. "Came prepared?" I teased.

"Always," Rosalyn said, showing me a condom. I didn't even know she took one out of her shorts prior. I was so out of it. "I want you so bad. I haven't had you inside of me in forever," she moaned, pushing her breasts against my chest and drawing my attention to her ample mounds.

        I couldn't deny it. My girl had nice tits. I could look at them all day. Just like how Darian had nice balls, and I could look at them for a while as well.

What the fuck was I thinking?

        I groaned in annoyance while removing my boxers. Get it together, Kenji. Your girl needs you for some good fucking.

        And that was what I proceeded to do, but I had to get her there first. So I parted her legs and buried my face between them. She gasped, planting her fingers into my hair as I kept her thighs parted while I tasted her for the first time in weeks. I kissed, licked, and even nibbled everywhere I could reach while my hands massaged her inner thighs.

        "God, I missed you," she gasped, arching her back when I sucked her clìt into my mouth. "I've definitely missed you."

       I chuckled, the vibrations going through her clit, and she moaned loudly. I spent a couple minutes pleasuring her until she was so wet, my lips were drenched. "Please. I'm ready," Rosalyn panted while I gave her one last lick. "I'm ready, Ken."

Rosalyn spread her legs even wider for me. Damn. My girl did miss me. I smiled, squeezing the air out of the condom and putting it on. Once I was ready, I pulled her into another kiss, and she wrapped her legs around me, squeezing her chest to mine.

I pulled away from her lips. "You want me?" I asked, grasping myself and lining my cóck up with her opening. "How much do you want me?" I rubbed myself up and down her slit, my tip nudging the opening. "Tell me, Rosie." I dipped the head in, making her moan, before pulling it out. Dipping the head in again. Pulling out once more. Repeatedly. In and out. Teasing her. "Beg for it."

        "I want it so fúcking much, Kenji!" she hollered, arching her back into a bow. "Please. Please fúck me. Kenji..." she whimpered.

        Better.

With a snap of my hips, I entered her, making us both gasp. I smiled against her lips as she snickered against mine, taking more of me in with each passing second.

I missed this. There was no feeling like being inside of a girl. Foreplay was great and all, but nothing beat the real thing.

However, even though I thought this, I couldn't stop thinking of all the great foreplay Darian and I engaged in. Even as I started moving in Rosalyn and even as she met me halfway, kissing me and running her fingers across my back and in my hair. I still thought of all that Darian and I did, and it made me grow a little harder.

I groaned as Rosalyn bit my ear, moaning loudly as I moved in her, pounding mercilessly. She tended to like it rough, so I was going to give her exactly that. She wasn't gentle with me either, clawing my back and even moving down to grasp my ass. I growled and increased my thrusts, making sure to add a little grind because I knew that drove her crazy. Rosalyn arching her back with a loud cry only confirmed what I already knew, and I smirked as I glanced down at her before taking a nipple into my mouth.

Usually when we had sex, the physical was what I focused on mostly. That sounded terrible, but pleasure clouded anything else and then after we were done, I was back to Rosie. However, at the moment, my mind remained on Darian, and it pissed me the fuck off. I was here fúcking my hot, Latina girlfriend, so why the hell was I thinking about my male, ex-best friend?

I groaned in frustration, and my movements increased. I pulled her hair back, and she yelped in excitement as I buried my head in her neck, kissing along the skin as my hips rocked against hers, thrusting wildly.

"Kenji," she moaned as her fingers dug into my skin, feeling the ripples of my back. "I'm so close. Oh God," she shouted as I moved my other hand down to part her legs, giving me more access to her entrance. I started rubbing her clit, earning a scream from her. "Kenji! There. Right there." I rubbed her clìt in fast circles, just how she liked it.

I bit her neck, continuing to not be gentle, and I knew she was okay with it. I didn't feel like being gentle. I wanted to be rough like Darian and I had been for the past couple weeks.

I liked how we manhandled each other. I liked the way he handled my cóck as if it was his own. I liked the way he made me come so hard that I felt weak. I liked the way his hard body pressed against mine that it left me feeling safe but hot at the same time.

I bit my lip as I grunted against Rosalyn, rubbing her faster when I felt the pressure rising in me. "Kenji!" She clamped around me, throwing her head back with a loud scream that I knew could be heard throughout the whole apartment, but I didn't give a damn.

I wanted it to be known I was treating my girl right.

I didn't relent and I kept going, fucking my girl into oblivion as my fingers worked her little button through it all. Rosalyn moaned loudly as the waves washed over her, carrying her through her climax—the one I gave her.

I loved the fact that I could make her come so hard. I loved the fact that my mouth, dìck and fingers were the only ones that could give her that release. Rosalyn whimpered as her thighs slacked and her whole body relaxed beneath me, but I didn't stop.

I fought for my release and removed my fingers from between her legs. I grasped her ass in one hand, and she clung onto my back, not resisting my movements. I held onto her tightly and buried my head in her collarbone, shutting my eyes tightly as I thrusted erratically within her. Only one thing was on my mind.

Coming.

Rosalyn held me and met my thrusts every way and kissed me on top of my head as I focused on the goal at hand while keeping a brown-haired boy out of my mind. "Come for me, Kenji," Rosalyn whispered in my ear.

I groaned at how sexy that sounded, but as soon as she said that, I thought of how Darian told me to "come get it" as he stroked himself in his car. The vivid image of him working his shaft in his strong hands was what did it for me.

I released a loud roar as I finally fell off the edge, shaking and exploding straight into the condom. Every new blast was followed by the undeniable pleasure than ran through me as I released myself into Rosalyn with a deep grunt. My arms weakened as I ended the wave with a soft groan before collapsing on top of her.

I panted on top of Rosalyn with her breasts as my cushion and she played with my hair, running her fingers through it. I just laid on top of her as I caught my breath and regained strength in my muscles. Even pulling out felt like too much work.

I needed that. I needed to get laid.

However, it wasn't like I expected. It was great and it was sex but it wasn't the strongest orgasm I'd experienced. It was nowhere close to the foreplay Darian and I had engaged in, and that was only foreplay.

I tensed up on top of Rosalyn, and she seemed to notice. "What's wrong?" she asked, lifting my head for me to look up at her.

I smiled. "Just glad to be back in your arms."

She smiled, too. "Aww, Kenji." She pulled me back in for a hug and I held her, still managing to balance myself on my arms. "I missed you so much."

"Missed you, too." We pulled away, and I said, "I love you, girl."

"I love you, boy."

That was our "thing." We always said that instead of just saying the plain old "I love you." It was one of the trademarks of our relationship, and I loved it. And I loved Rosalyn. No doubt about it.

I eventually pulled out of her and pushed myself off of her to remove and trash the condom before I laid back on the bed with Rosalyn in my arms.

"I'm spending the night," she announced, running circles along my chest and brushing past the scars.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, thinking of her parents.

          Rosalyn grinned up at me. "I told my parents I was spending the weekend at Chiyo's. My mother almost sabotaged. That woman." She frowned. "Thank goodness my dad intervened." She smirked. "That means I can spend the whole weekend with you. My bag is even in my car."

I smiled at her, excited to finally spend some time together. "For once, your friendship with Chiyo comes in handy."

Rosalyn jokingly slapped my chest, and I laughed. "Stop it! This is good. This way, we can spend the whole weekend doing this." She motioned between us. "We can make up for lost time by re-familiarizing ourselves with each other—all over this apartment." Rosalyn tapped my nose, and I smiled.

"Can't wait," I said, even though I would much rather just spend the weekend enjoying her company, whether that was by watching movies or going to Shirley Town Center. I would much rather talk and hang out than spend the whole time having sex, but I didn't say that out loud.

I just held her, enjoying her company.
        Even though Darian crossed my mind way more than necessary.

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* Does anyone else feel bad for Darian? What do you think will happen now with Danji? Who's hotter together?

* Kenji and Rosalyn or Kenji and Darian?

* If I had to separate this book into three parts based on content and mood/atmosphere, this will be the end of part one.