I wake up felling Nate shifting under me. My cheek is still pressed against his warm chest, my arm now wrapped around his upper body while my leg has moved in between his. I can still feel his hand on my waist, touching my skin under my slightly lifted top. I hope I moved when he was already asleep. It looks like the both of us had some sleep to catch up on.

Slowly, I open my eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the soft light coming from behind the curtain and I notice Georgia isn't back.

I lift my eyes to his face and take a few minutes to observe him sleeping. Strands of his deep black hair have felt on his forehead and I have to fight to not run my fingers in them to pull them back. I haven't paid attention before but looking closer I notice his hair is slightly curling at the top. His lips are more pink than red, and few hairs have already started to cover his jaws and chin. I continue my observation, looking so closely that I'm afraid it will wake him up.

When did I start to be interested in him?

Before doing something I would regret, I carefully remove my leg and arm off him, feeling cold as soon as I break away from his warm body, but I know it is only a psychological reaction.

The laptop is out of charge, and I don't know what time it is, but I assume we're in the afternoon, but I don't think it is late. I grab and place it on the floor before I decide to do the same. I need to stretch my muscles; my neck feels sore from having stayed on his hard chest and I especially need to move away from him. I'm sure my so-called attraction is only due to the fact he is the only boy who truly gave me attention so far and that I'm desperate for some. It is the only reason I can come with for now.

I'm leaving the bed when I feel a strong hand gently grabbing my tight and bringing me back to the small mattress. I can't help, but to smile. Nate moves to let me lean again next to him.

"Where are you going?"

His voice is groggy. He slowly opens his eyes, letting me see the beautiful green emerald of them, his disheveled hair adding to the perfect painting he his.

"Just plugging my laptop," I softly answer.

For the first time, the tension is non-existence between us, almost calm. His hand is gently rubbing my leg and without control, mine comes on his jaw. I rub my thumb over his soft skin despite the beginnings of his bear. We stare at each other, no talking, losing ourselves in each other's eyes. His hand stays on my leg while mine moves in his hair.

Without a word, he lifts me until I get on the top of him, moving his hands from my legs to my waist as he rolls on his back. I sit on his stomach, my leg apart of his body as I place my hands on his torso to stabilize myself. I can feel his heart beating under. My heart hastens in my chest too. The calm just lets its place to the electricity in a snap of a finger. His hands feel like burns over my tee-shirt but in no way, I want him to remove them. We stare, still, at each other, but the color of his eyes is darkening, letting me think he is feeling what I'm feeling: a strong and delicious powerful attraction. The tip of his tongue shows itself and come to wet his lips that I'm desperate to kiss. I'm curious to know how they taste like.

We are not shy, but yet, none of us dare to move. His breath is as heavy as is mine. The desire is consuming us. I want him, my body wants him, but I can't give him this satisfaction. Not this easily. And for what seems to be the first time in my life, my body and my head are in total contradiction.

I've been with boys since I can't even remember. I lost my virginity with an asshole, thinking back then to know what love was. It made me stronger in a way, I guess. And Alex found out despite my silence and let just say the boy had spent a bad moment. Alex took then the time to explain me that men always find a way to have what they want and made me promise to always be careful. To not being played, I became the player. I never dated. I'm not ashamed to admit I made more than one-night stands, especially when I was out with Johanna, or that some of my male friends were a little more than my friends. But who cares? I had always been able to control, both my relationships and my image. I might have slept with many guys, but I never felt in love. I'm in control. And I'm going to let Nate having control over me, no matter how strong the attraction I feel for him is, even if it is the most powerful thing I ever felt for someone. We both are used to have whatever we want, we both want each other, but admitting it would mean losing and I can't let him win. And anyway, where would that bring us? I don't want to become another of his fuck girls.

But my body is craving for more. I want more. The way is looking at me prove me he is in the same state. More I'm waiting to run away, the less I want to.

"What are you doing to me?" My muscles tight down there at the simple sound of his husky voice as I slightly shift on him. Dirty thoughts are overwhelming my mind, my body is desperate to move over him and I need to stop that. Now.

Slowly, I bent until my lips are at one tiny inch from his, my gaze falling on them. I fight, very hard, to not break this last bit of distance. I can fell his arms grabbing harder my tights as I move, feeling him shivering under me.

"I told you, Nathaniel, I'm not one of your toys."

"Does that mean you don't want to play?"

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