The one question that's gone through my mind the most in the past hour or so is: what the fuck?

Lina made a very good point. It was fine just an hour ago. Where the fuck did a fucking tornado come from?

I was freaking the fuck out, but I couldn't let Lina see that. I just knew I had to be strong for her. So I held her and prayed my fucking hardest that we make it out of here alive.

And just like that, everything stopped.

Lina was acting as if she had just witnessed a murder, but I can't blame her. Cause for a hot second, I thought we were gonna die.

But again, I can't let her know that. Instead, I'll keep telling her that she's okay, and that I'm here. As much as she may hate me right now, we're in this together.

She just stared at me—for a really long time. I was about to move and ask her if she's even hearing me, but what she did shocked the hell out of me.

She closed the few inches of space between us and kissed me.

It only lasted about four seconds before she pulled back, wide eyed.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I ju—"

I shut her up by pressing my mouth back to hers. And fuck, something felt right about this kiss. The moment our lips connected, it felt like that lightening outside struck me. I felt hot, like electricity was coursing my veins.

I never imagined that kissing Lina would be compared to getting struck with lightening. But hell, I'll take it.

I kissed her soft lips twice before her lips started moving with mine. I push one hand through her wet, tangled hair and grip gently, tilting her head back just enough so that I can deepen the kiss.

This kiss went from polite pecks to hot, hungry and open-mouthed in a matter of seconds. Lina pushed her hands through my hair and tugged. I run one hand down her back as I swipe my tongue across her lips before delving into her mouth.

When our tongues touched, I felt that heat magnify. I almost moaned at the action itself.

Lina doesn't submit, though. She pushes her tongue against mine and into my mouth, exploring me just as I explored her. Fighting for dominance, I gently guided her onto my lap and sat back against the wall.

My dick was getting hard fast. Feeling Lina straddling me on top of trying to get her to let me dominate her was all too exciting. Girls are far too easy to just let me do the work, but Lina is different.

So I bite her lip, instead. Gently, of course. Not too hard to hurt, but enough to turn her on.

Which succeeded.

Lina moans as I nibble her lip, which just gets my dick harder. I kiss her lips again, not allowing her access when she tries to slip her tongue in. I smirk against her lips when I hear the faintest whimper, but it quickly vanished when Lina starts rocking her hips against me.

"Fuck," I breathe a moan as she gently peppers kisses down my jaw to my neck.

I move my hands to her ass and squeeze, feeling her shudder against me. She grinds harder against my dick, sucking right on my sweet spot under my chin, and I feel goosebumps spread across my skin.

"Lina," I say, breathlessly, as I rock my hips against her movements.

At that, Lina moans gently against my skin, still sucking gently. I move one hand away from her ass and to her neck, bringing her face back to mine.

Her will to maintain dominance is slipping away, because she easily lets me take control of this kiss. I kiss her hard, our breathing becoming sloppy and heavy as we continue to kiss eagerly, like we didn't have any time to waste.

I guess, in a sense, we don't. We never know when our last moment can be, as we just witnessed.

I move my hand from her ass, circling around her hip to her pussy. I pressed against the lining between her legs, making her gasp sharply.

"Are you wet for me, Lina?"

She moaned at my question, my grip tightening ever so gently around her throat. She tried to rock against my finger, making me smirk.

"That's not an answer, sunshine."

She finally looks at me, her blue eyes dark with desire. She leans forward, her lips grazing against mine with every word she said next.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Holy shit. This woman is so fucking sexy. Most girls easily submit to whatever I want. But Lina is giving it right back to me.

"That an invitation?" I hear my gruff tone, but I don't care.

I press against her jeans over her pussy again, making her bite her lip, eyes still connected with mine.

"You asked a question," she moves to my ear before adding, "I'm giving you permission to figure it out."

Then, she bites my earlobe. I could fucking come apart right now, that's how fucking sexy she is, and how excited I am to have someone dish out what I'm giving right back to me.

I collide my lips with hers, kissing her desperately. She's riding me—literally dry humping me with no shame. And I have no objections.

I thrust up to meet her moves, which makes her break the kiss to gasp against my lips. I run my hands up her thighs and reach for the buttons of her pants.

Our breaths and pants are mixing together as we both watch my hands shakily try to undo her pants. Once unbuttoned, I kiss her again, my fingers pushing into the fabric of her pants.

But before I can get any further than the zipper, I hear an all too familiar voice.

"Lina?"

Brooks.

The voice makes us both freeze. We're breathing heavy, holding completely still to see if it was a mistake. But it wasn't.

"Lina?!"

I can hear the desperation in his voice. Which makes me feel hella guilty for being here, making out and almost fingering his sister when he didn't even know if she was okay.

Lina stands up quickly, back peddling all the way until she hits the opposite wall. She presses a hand over her lips, eyes almost horrified as she takes me in—which, by the looks of her, we must look the same. Wild hair, pupils dilated with lust. Minus the hardon, of course.

"Lin—"

She bolted. She flung the door open and ran. Now I sit here, massive bulge in my pants, and don't know if I should go after her or not. Would she tell Brooks? Would he be able to tell? Shit, did I suck on her neck hard enough to give her a hickey?

I look down at my crotch and sigh. First things first, take care of this. And since I was about ready to explode with Lina and her dry humping, all I had to do was close my eyes and imagine she was still on top of me—that she was the one grabbing my dick and pumping me with her soft, delicate hands.

I tried my best to keep my moans at bay, and I came with Lina's name coming out of my mouth. Thank God I was already in the bathroom. I quickly rose to my feet and cleaned myself up.

Once done, I cracked open the door. I didn't see Lina or Brooks, so I stepped out. I rounded the corner, almost yelping when I saw Lina standing against the wall.

Her cheeks are flushed, which makes me think that she needed to come, too. And fuck, I'd help her with that a million times.

"Lina..."

But she shook her head and held up her hand. I felt my brows furrow in confusion. Why is she being like this.

"Hayden! Fuck!" I hear Brooks call as he appeared from behind Lina. "I was worried, dude. I tried calling, but nobody was answering."

"I didn't get anything. The last thing I got was a text from Avrey. I didn't even get a tornado warning or anything. Maybe the tornado took out the cell towers here?" Lina asks Brooks.

"Could be, I have no clue. Shit, is Av okay?"

"She was when I talked to her. Can't get a hold of her."

"That was some scary shit, bro." Brooks shakes his head. "We were all hanging around in the locker room when that shit came through. I'm glad you're okay."

Brooks sighs as he wraps his arms around Lina. Lina gives me a deadpan look and taps his back, then steps away from him.

"I'm glad you're okay." She smiles. "Can we, uh, just go, please? I'm still a bit shaken up."

"Of course. Hayden," Brooks pats my shoulder. "I'm glad you're okay, dude. Go home and check on your mom."

I nod. Brooks hits my shoulder again before walking off. Lina doesn't even spare me a glance before she follows behind him.

Which pisses me the hell off.

She kissed me. Why the hell was she acting like she didn't want to? She sure as hell didn't stop me.

I drive home angry. Lina's mood swings were pissing me off and I was tired of trying to keep up with them. One day, she's civil. The next ten, she's not. Then the next, she is. Like, what the fuck?

When I step through the door, my mom hugs me like a sloth hugs a tree. She's frantically muttering in Italian, repeating over and over how she was worried and scared to death.

"Hey," I pull back to look at her. "I'm okay, alright? It's fine."

"Hayden," she shakes her head. "You just don't understand. Non posso perdere anche te."

My heart dropped. Then, I felt guilty. Of course she'd freak out like that; losing dad was hard enough on her, and she was scared shitless of losing me, too.

"You're not," I wrap my arms around her small body. "You won't. I'm still here."

And for the night, Lina and her mood swings weren't a concern for me. Because tonight, it was about making sure my mom was okay. And if that meant we'd spend the night on the couch, just talking about whatever comes up, I will. I'll do whatever it takes to calm her down and to make sure that she's not losing me, too.

Tomorrow is another problem. Tonight, I owe it to my mom to be here for her when she needs it the most.

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