A/N: Hey everyone, here is my new project! I don't think it's going to be any longer than 5 chapters. I want it to be short and straightforward. This story is rather personal for me, and it's like my baby, so I hope you enjoy it!

It was another party.

It was another weekend.

It was another day.

It was endless.

I did the same thing every weekend, and I expected different results. A new top, new jeans, or new makeup; none of these things ever seemed to work. It didn't matter what I did or what I said. I was always the same to him. I never changed before his eyes, and I never would.

"You really need to get over him, ya know?" I heard Rae say as she sat beside me on the couch. "He's only going to give you more heartache. Go find some other guy to screw."

Turning my head towards her I said, "Well, when you put it like that I just might have to."

"Lay off the sarcasm. You know I only say that because I'm your best friend, and I'm slightly drunk."

"I wish I was slightly, or even remotely drunk."

Rae raised her bottle of Smirnoff and, soon I saw an underclassman come towards her. He was nondescript; no facial feature stuck out from the rest. Mousy brown hair was atop his head and in his hands he carried two bottles of Smirnoff.

"Scarlett, meet Sam, he's my official go to booze boy." A smile radiated off of her face at the statement. Once that smile reached him, Sam blushed and his hair fell into his eyes. Poor boy, he didn't stand a chance against her charms.

"So Sam, how did Rae rope you into this job?" I asked him. He went to answer me, but Rae got there first.

"Oh Scarlett, I didn't rope him into this job! He was merely happy to help me out." She winked at Sam and this sent him into another blushing episode. "Now hand over the alcohol! My dear friend Scarlett is in desperate need of it." Rae put down her bottle and grabbed the two from Sam's hands. When he bent down she placed a kiss upon his cheek and in that moment he was a goner.

"Get out while you still can."

"Stop being silly Scarlett. Sam knows he can leave whenever he wants." Rae passed me a bottle and I took it, hoping that a few more would come along. "Thanks Sam, now go and find some cute girl to hookup with." She patted him on the head and he left, a look of longing was upon his face.

"You shouldn't treat him like that." I took a sip from my bottle, relishing the sweet aftertaste.

"Whatever, he'll live. He knows I'm not serious or anything. All younger guys need a purpose and I'm giving him one." She downed her other bottle of Smirnoff and started on her next one.

I shook my head at her antics and let my eyes scan the room. It was Lane Holden's party, and it was nothing new. He hosted one almost every weekend and there was only one reason why I came: Callum Vernon.

I had met Callum when I was fifteen. He had been my counselor at this summer camp I went to every year. Immediately my hormones went through the roof. He was tall, with black hair and honeyed hazel eyes. To boot, Callum was nice and he treated me like an adult. Sure, he was my counselor, but to me that didn't mean anything back then. What kept me back was our age difference. He was twenty-two, when I was fifteen. Seven years. Those damn seven years that kept us apart; those same damn years that kept him from noticing that I was a grown woman who wanted him.

As soon as I turned eighteen, I thought things would change in a second. I was legal and free for the taking. That didn't happen, instead he got a girlfriend his age and she was everything I wasn't; blond, leggy, with light blue eyes to match. I had been devastated. Rae consoled me as much as she could, but there was nothing to be done.

The crazy thing is I ended up going to the same university as him. He had had a rough patch earlier in his life and finally decided to go back to school. For two whole years I watched as he dated her, but he kept me on the side as his best friend. She didn't seem too happy about it, but he reassured her that I was no threat. I was like his little sister. Those same years I was introduced to his friends and, of course I attended the same parties he went to. Rae called it masochism, but I called it survival.

"Are you looking for Callum again?" Rae asked me. I looked to see that she had almost finished her drink.

"What do you think?"

Rae sighed heavily at my statement. "Listen to me Scarlett, get over him. He's not worth all this suffering. Callum's got tons of friends to pick from. I know how you feel about guys our age so take one of them. Have a fling and move on with your life."

"You don't know him like I do Rae. He's been there for me a lot and these feelings won't just go away. They've been there since I was fifteen." I took a large gulp from my drink and I let my eyes close.

"Whatever Scarlett, just do me a favor—drink some more and have a good fuck."

She stood up from the couch and I asked her, "Where are you going?"

She turned around and gave me a look. "I'm going to get some more alcohol from Sam and find a good fuck, unlike you." She was soon whisked away into the crowd of college kids and pulsating music.

I drank the last of my Smirnoff and went to find some more alcohol, preferably something strong that would make me forget all about Callum. I rose from the couch and headed towards the kitchen, where I knew the booze would be stored.

I made my way through all the bodies and somehow managed to get to the kitchen without any damage. I saw rows of hard liquor on the countertop and my hands itched towards the vodka that sat there. I was due for a drunken night of fun.

Grabbing orange juice from the refrigerator I took a red cup and poured a small amount of juice into it, while pouring a liberal amount of vodka into it. Steeling myself I chugged the whole cup down. The vodka was stronger than I thought. I coughed a little, but it did nothing to hinder me. I poured myself another drink and made my way back to the mass of people.

I never drank that fast before and it went straight to my head. I was nowhere near being drunk, but I was on the right path. While moving through the bodies I felt someone grab my wrist. I abruptly turned to find Lane Holden beside me.

"Hey! We're in a room upstairs. I know you don't want to be here with all these people."

I gave him a grateful smile. "You are my favorite."

He gave me a smirk in return and I let him lead me upstairs. The music wasn't so loud, and I watched the light hit off of Lane's dark brown hair. I wished I liked him instead of Callum. He would be much better for me.

I quickly let go of these thoughts as we entered the small living room. I surveyed the area and found Rae entangled with some random guy. Apparently she had taken her own words to heart. A couple of Callum's friends graced the many seats; each of them had a beer in their hand. That's when I noticed Callum nestled in a recliner with Leah encased in his arms. I could feel my throat tighten at their close proximity. I couldn't deny that they looked gorgeous together. His dark hair complemented her golden locks, but I had a hunch that they were enhanced with hair color.

I let my eyes go away from them and I managed to say, "Hey guys." The guys raised their beers towards me and I saw Rae looking at me. She mouthed "Are you okay?" to me and I nodded in return.

"Come on Scarlett, sit by me." Lane said to me, as I was pulled to sit beside him. I snuggled into his warmth trying to forget that Callum was nearby. Lane and I had an understanding. We could cuddle all we wanted, but there was nothing more to it. I was happy with the situation.

"Hey kiddo, how's it going?" I heard Callum ask me. I lifted my head and pushed away my unruly locks of black hair from my face. I narrowed my green eyes at his statement. He had been calling me kiddo since day one and I was tired of it. It was just a reminder that I wasn't old enough for him.

"I was fine until you called me kiddo. Do you really have to use that nickname? It's been years since I was a kid." Reaching over he ruffled my hair. I glared at him and smacked his hand away.

"Kiddo, it's always done out of love." His deep voice rumbled as he sat back into the recliner. I watched as Leah gripped her hands tighter around him. She always viewed me as a threat no matter what.

I dismissed him with a wave of my hand, but inside I wished he would ditch her and come to me. I felt Lane grab at my sides to pull me down to him. I fixed my dark red halter top to make sure that I wasn't falling out of it.

"Are you okay, babe?" Lane's voice was soft against my ear.

"Yeah, you know me. I always bounce back to my normal self." Even Lane knew about my feelings for Callum, and I guess that's why we're such good friends. I took my drink and finished it in two gulps, and all I could think was that I needed more.

"Who wants to do shots?" I heard Ben call out to us. Ben was probably the heaviest drinker of us all and he could hold his liquor as well. I was never one for shots, but I wanted to.

"Count me in, Ben." I felt Callum's stare on my face as I uttered that statement. He knew I wasn't one for shots either. Damn him and his stupid brotherly look.

I felt fingertips run along my spine and a low voice asked me, "Are you sure about this? You never do shots, babe."

"I'll be just fine Lane. Don't worry about me." God! Why the hell couldn't I want him instead of Callum? Things would be so much easier in life.

Callum moved from his seat to sit beside Ben. Well, well, he actually left Leah's side. How quaint. His gaze met mine from across the table and I was lost. I had no idea what I was doing taking shots, but I wanted to prove to him that I could. Rae took up interest in our little game, and she decided to join us. Her boy toy wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head against her shoulder. Rae looked at me in understanding, even though I could tell she didn't agree with me.

"Let's go Ben. Start this game—I want to get drunk and fast."

"Someone's a little eager," Callum said to me as Ben began pouring the shots.

"What do you mean by that?" I queried.

"You've never really enjoyed shots and now you can't wait to start." He raised an eyebrow in question, and let his elbows rest on his knees. God, he looked fucking gorgeous. I could feel my hands itching to run them up his arms and then to his shoulders. I could only imagine the strength that lay there.

Letting the alcohol take over I said, "I want to get piss drunk and maybe find a guy later. Taking shots will certainly help me with this." I shook my head and stretched my arms in the air, as if preparing for the shots.

"Find a guy? Isn't that a little bit dangerous?" I could see that Callum wasn't too pleased with that.

"I'm a big girl Callum. I'll do whatever and whomever I want." I felt Lane's chest rumble behind me and I loved it. His hands moved to wrap around me and I leaned into his warmth. Callum's reaction was to just scowl at me. I was never this open to him about men, or what I did with them.

"Leave her alone Callum. You're too much of a big brother sometimes," Leah said to him, a touch of distaste was laced with her words. I wanted to rip her hair out. She's always made sure that I knew my place with Callum. Rae's eyes snapped towards her and I could tell she wanted to put her into her place.

Completely oblivious to the spat that was going on, Ben said, "Who wants to go first?"

"Give one to me Ben." The shot was placed before me and I recognized it to be tequila. I swallowed my nerves and Lane gave me a quick squeeze before I took the shot. The alcohol burned down my throat and somehow I managed not to cough horribly.

"Scarlett Rawlings is taking a shot? I never thought I'd see this happen."

My eyes snapped to the door. There stood Dante Luckland; the best friend of Callum and a notorious playboy. Hell, even I would go after him, but I didn't want to be another notch in his belt.

Going off of my buzz I said, "Either join us Dante or shut the hell up." I was never like this around him. Generally, I was quiet and I stayed away from him. He was too much of a temptation and, I was not about to ruin my chances with Callum.

From the corner of my eye I saw him smirk at my reaction. He wasn't used to me acting this way and I could tell that he was going to take advantage of it. His t-shirt was pulled tightly across his chest and his golden hair swept down into his eyes, which were a sharp, calculating blue. He had no morals and would do almost anything that caused trouble in some way. His rebellion began with tattoos. Both of his arms were covered in them and I found it to be extremely sexy. I would never let him know that though.

"So, who got on your bad side tonight Rawlings?" I watched him sit next to Ben on the couch as he asked me his question.

"No one, until you showed up." At my answer a grin began to break out on his face. Men.

"Dante, it's good to see you again. I see you don't have a girl on your arm. Does that mean you're free tonight?" Rae questioned with a slight smile on her face. She was one of the few girls who never fell to his charm. As she told me, she was the one in control, always.

"Why, do you want the position?" Dante looked at her, lust faintly swimming in those blue depths.

A chuckle escaped from Rae's throat and she tossed her reddish brown hair like a pro. "Baby, you couldn't handle me. I need a real man." At that statement she ran her hands along her boy toy's thighs and she squeezed the tops.

"I think you broke my heart." Dante clutched dramatically at his heart and they laughed together.

Tired of this stupid show, I grounded out, "Can we get on with the damn shots?"

"Don't be jealous Rawlings. You'll always have a place on my arm."

"And you'll always have a place in hell."

Looking from under hooded eyes Dante replied with, "As long as you're with me, it'll be a damn good ride down."

"Quit it you two, and let's get onto the shots." Ben's voice took me out of my staring match with Dante and the shots began.

By my third shot I was feeling drunk and I relished in the feeling. Soon, I would be able to forget about everything and enjoy myself. Dante was still going on strong as was Callum. Ben, who was the pro, seemed as if he had never taken a shot in the first place. Everyone else watched on and Leah had long ago taken a seat between Callum's legs on the floor. This just made me want to drink more.

"How're you doing babe?" Lane asked me. Long ago, he had decided to massage my shoulders. It felt good and it made the alcohol go down my throat smoother. I had become quite used to the taste of tequila.

"I'm okay, but I don't think that I can last much longer." I rolled my head so that it lay against Lane's shoulder. I needed to take a moment before taking another shot.

"Falling asleep already Rawlings?" Dante's voice broke through my foggy brain and I opened my eyes to meet his.

"Don't think I'm out of the game yet, Dante."

"I never said you were. I just thought you might be a bit knackered." I gave him the finger and downed my fifth, or was it sixth, shot. Immediately I felt sick. It came on like that.

"Are you okay Scarlett?" That was Callum's voice. I was sure of it.

"I don't think so. I think I should go to the bathroom." I stood up from my position on the couch and my balance was precarious. I could feel my legs wobble as I moved towards the door.

"Whoa, Scarlett, I'm going to help you to the bathroom." Callum's voice broke throughout the room and even in my drunken haze, I was happy that he was going to take me.

I turned to watch him as he approached me. Leah's face held thinly veiled disgust while Dante watched with suspicion. I had no idea why he would feel that way. I looked to Rae for help, but she was in the throes of passion with boy toy. Lane watched on in apprehension, but I smiled to let him know that I would be fine.

Callum placed his hand at the small of my back as he led me out the door and to the bathroom. Instantly tingles spread throughout my body and I wanted him to take me into his arms and kiss me, which was wishful thinking on my part.

Somehow he managed to get me to the bathroom without any incidents. He helped me kneel down by the toilet and I threw up. He grabbed my hair and told me that I would be okay. I hated throwing up, not to mention it was in front of Callum. Could this get any worse?

That's when I noticed a small velvet box on the tiled floor. What would Callum be doing with this? Ignoring it for the moment, I gathered some toilet paper and wiped my mouth. I threw that away and got the mouthwash under the sink that I knew Lane kept there at all times. Thank goodness, or it would have been disgusting to taste vomit in my mouth for the rest of the night. After rinsing my mouth, I decided to ask Callum about the box.

"Hey, Callum, is that your box on the floor?" For being drunk, my voice came out steady.

His eyes darted to the floor and I saw a relieved look upon his face. "I'm so glad you saw that, Scarlett! It would have been horrible if I lost it." He reached down to pick it up, but he didn't place it in his pocket. He kept it in his hands, as if he wanted to share it with me.

Swallowing, I could still taste the vomit and something indescribable. I choked out, "What is it?"

Carefully he opened the box and I saw a diamond ring, more specifically an engagement one.

"I'm going to ask Leah to marry me. I love her so much and it feels right. Do you think she'll like the ring?"

I could feel the tears prick at the back of my eyes. My hands clenched as I tried to hold in my emotion. My throat constricted and I could feel a headache being to form.

"She'll say yes, Callum. She'd be completely stupid if she didn't." How I managed to say those words, I'll never know. I could imagine Leah's face glowing with happiness at his proposal. I could also imagine the glint of triumph in her eyes when she would look at me. It was all too much.

"I really hope so. God, I'm such an ass. Telling you all about this and you're not feeling well. How are you now?" He was still sweet even as he shattered my heart to the point where I couldn't recognize it anymore.

"I'm okay, but I think I just want to be alone for a little while. Congratulations Callum, I'm really happy for you." I wanted him gone so I could wallow in my own despair before having to go back to everyone.

"Sure thing, kiddo." He pulled me in by my neck and placed a kiss on my forehead. I held back the tears as he did this and I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as he was gone I lost it.

I sucked in a gulp of air and began to cry. I settled onto the tiled floor where I began to bang my fists against them. I wanted to rip something apart. I wanted to do something incredibly stupid. First and foremost, I wanted to get back at him for breaking my heart. All of my thoughts were irrational and in a jumble. The only thing I knew was that I wanted him to hurt as much as I did.

Then I remembered a conversation we had long ago when he first took me to meet his friends at Lane's place.

"Be careful around Dante, okay? No one knows him like I do. He'll charm you and you won't even know what's happening."

"But he seems so nice! That's what everyone tells me. Not to mention, you're his best friend, how can you talk about him like that?"

"And you're my friend too, Scarlett. I just want to make sure you know how he really is. Please, just promise me that you'll stay away from him? You're too good for him."

Being so enamored of Callum, and the fact that he told me I was too good for Dante, I stayed away. Dante and I never really talked much, unless it was to fight or bait each other, but that hardly ever happened. If it did happen, it was because I was drunk. It was the only time where I could put him in his place. Callum made sure that we stayed away from each other for the most part. Now, that I think back on it, it was strange that he kept us apart. He knew that I would never do anything with him.

I wiped the tears away from my face and stood up. My shaky hands put down the toilet seat and I sat on it. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself down. I knew I had to go back into that room, and I needed to make sure that I looked like my usual self.

Standing on shaky legs, I made it to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup was smudged—the eyes could use a little touch up. I fixed it accordingly and grabbed a tube of gloss from my pocket. I put on a generous amount and fluffed my hair. Straightening my top, I made sure that my cleavage popped. There was a reason for all of this primping. Yes, there definitely was. I was going to get back at Callum Vernon by going to Dante Luckland.

I gave myself a once over in the mirror and I deemed myself to be presentable. I felt calm as I moved back to the living room. I had expected butterflies, or even a nervous feeling to come upon me. Nothing. There was nothing. I didn't feel a thing, so I attributed it to the alcohol now swimming in my body.

I steadied my legs and made it to the living room without falling over myself. I knew that Dante was going to be hard to break. Even though he flirted with me, it would be hard to get him to go against Callum's wishes. Dante respected Callum in a way that he didn't respect anyone else.

Stepping inside the door I saw that Dante and Ben were still doing shots. Rae had joined them while I was away and she seemed to be holding her own. Lane was still in the same spot, his cell phone at his ear. I noticed that Callum and Leah were gone. I didn't even want to imagine what they were doing right now. Cursing myself for that thought I focused on one thing: Dante. He was my ticket to revenge and I would get it using any means.

"Continued on without me?" My voice was surprisingly steady and strong. It felt like I left that weak, susceptible girl in the bathroom.

"If we knew you'd be back Rawlings we would have definitely waited." A smirk was placed on that abominably handsome face, and I wanted nothing more than to rip it off. That smirk would die when I would have him on his knees begging me for mercy. He always knew how to make me want to slap him.

"Shut the hell up Dante and pass me another shot." Rae's curious eyes scanned my face, and I could tell that she desperately wanted to ask me what was wrong. I couldn't tell her though, because I knew that she would try and stop me from doing this. Even though Rae preached to me about finding a guy to screw, she would never want me to do it out of revenge.

I slammed the shot down my throat and even Dante looked at me with admiration. "I want to dance. Who wants to come with me?" The alcohol was making me do funny things. I never wanted to dance. I preferred to stay on the sidelines and watch as people made fools of themselves.

"Rawlings, I thought you'd never ask," Dante said as he stood up from the floor. I saw the muscles in his arms clench and I knew I had chosen the right guy. He came up beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist. I held back a shiver at his touch.

"The thing is Dante, can you handle me tonight?" The question was off my lips before I could stop it. Stupid, stupid alcohol!

Dante turned towards me; his mouth was pressed precariously close to my ear. His hot breath fanned against it and he uttered, "Rawlings, I could handle you all night until you begged and screamed for more."

Shuddering, I leaned into him and responded with, "Why don't we test that theory out?"

"Lead the way then." His large hands gripped my sides and he urged me out the door. He was good, I'll give him that. He made sure that I wanted him and he got close enough that he could tempt me with his body.

"Scarlett, are you—," Rae's voice was cut off as Dante closed the door behind us. Everything was behind me; Rae's worries, my worries, and Callum's proposal to Leah. There was no turning back and I welcomed that thought with open arms.

He led me down the stairs and he kept his hand in mine. I could feel the roughness of his palm against my soft one and I liked it. I might as well find things to like about him, if I was going to use him against Callum. Really, it wasn't that hard to do. Dante Luckland knew he was hot, and he flaunted it at every occasion.

Soon, we were in the moving bodies and Dante held me close. His fingertips grazed the bare skin left open by my halter. I curled my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and sighed. Revenge was sweet.

He pressed his pelvis against mine and started to move. I followed him and pressed my chest against his. I bent my knees, shook my hair, and proceeded to rub my body against his as I straightened myself back to a standing position. He took a deep breath and tightened his hold on me.

"Not that I mind the attention Rawlings or being used for revenge, but why me?" He asked me while running his hands up my back, then slowly bringing them down my sides, brushing the sides of my breasts.

It was hard to think with his hands all over my body, but I managed to splutter out, "Why do you think I'm using you for revenge?"

Letting his hands travel underneath the back of my top he said, "Everyone knows you have a thing for Callum. We may not talk Rawlings, but I know desire when I see it."

"Do you really care that I'm using you for revenge?" My eyes closed at the sensation of his hands tracing erratic patterns on my skin. Why the hell did he have to bring this shit up?

"Not particularly Scarlett, but I want to make sure it's worth it. Callum wouldn't look favorably on me when he finds out." A light of understanding hit his eyes. "So, that's why you chose me. Callum was always protective of you when I was around."

"Looks like you found me out." I let my arms travel down to his arms where I gripped his biceps. The strength exhilarated me, and I grinded my pelvis into his. He was definitely interested in me; I could tell by the hardness in his jeans.

He chuckled darkly and said, "Someone's not wearing a bra."

I gripped his biceps harder and put my mouth by his ear. "Get back to the point Dante. Do you want me or not?" I grabbed his ear between my teeth and bit lightly.

"Shit, Rawlings. You know I want you. I've wanted you from day one, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to sacrifice my friendship with Callum." Even as he said all of this his pelvis still grinded into mine, and I felt his lips at the base of my neck.

"Tell me what you want then. If I can, I'll give it to you." I knew this was going to be hard. Their friendship was the ultimate hurdle, and I didn't know if I could make the jump or not.

"I want you in my bed, but Callum doesn't need to know that it was me. Fuck, Scarlett, just tell him that it was some random guy."

Was this what I really wanted? Did I truly want to sleep with Dante just to get back at Callum, even if Callum would never know it was Dante? Then I remembered the look on Callum's face when he told me that he was proposing to Leah. I remembered that he never saw me the way I wanted to. I remembered that I was just his friend, his 'little sister'. Yes, this is what I wanted. The alcohol just spurred me along.

"You've got a deal," I purred to him, sliding my hands down his chest. I grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him close.

"Stop being a tease."

I let a coy smile grace my lips before turning around and sliding my body down his front. I pushed myself back up, making sure that I rubbed every inch of his body. "This isn't teasing, it's foreplay."

"Baby, you don't even know the meaning of foreplay." With that statement he rested his hands underneath my breasts, and his fingertips would brush upwards, but never touching.

I lifted my arms into the air, swayed my hips, and said, "Then why don't you teach me." The alcohol was taking its effect. Under normal, sober circumstances I would have never said something like that to Dante.

He never answered me; instead he grabbed my hands and led me upstairs. My whole body thrummed in anticipation, yet I was nervous. The sane part of me kept whispering that I shouldn't be doing this—that Callum would never see me the same again. I dispelled those musings and thought fuck it. I could do whatever the hell I wanted.

We passed the living room we had been in previously, and I could still hear them taking shots. For a second I wondered if Callum was in there. Traitorous mind. I didn't want to think about him in this moment—it was all about Dante, and I would prefer if it stayed that way.

He led me into a darkened room and shut the door behind us. It was like shutting the door on everything I had once known. Dante flipped a switch and a small lamp became lit. I saw that the room held a rather large bed with a dresser to the side and two end tables at each side of the bed. The room seemed stark as if no one lived in it.

Instantly, I was pushed against the wall and my wrists were pinned up above my head. My breath caught in my throat. This seemed much more intimate than when we were downstairs. His eyes were boring into mine and I couldn't look away. Their blue shade glowed in the dimly lit room and I was captivated.

"Kiss me," Dante said, his warm breath fanning across my face.

"What?" I asked him; confusion marring my face.

"I want you to kiss me. Show me that you want this." That stupid smirk graced his features and I knew he was serious.

"Now, I know why I stayed away from you." I turned my head to the side in exasperation. I did not want to be playing games with him now. What I wanted was for Dante to make me forget about Callum.

He placed his head in the crook of my neck and placed a light kiss there. "Come on, Scarlett, do this one thing for me."

His voice was so plaintive, so desperate—that I couldn't ignore his request.

Sighing, I pushed my face forward and dragged my lips across his. A shock went through me and I bit back a gasp of surprise. Was that supposed to happen? I wasn't given time to think when his lips came crashing down upon mine once again.

His hands traced my sides, and suddenly, we were moving towards the bed. His hands were tangled in my hair, and his kiss bruising. My back hit the bed and I could remember those blue, so blue, eyes looking into mine; the heat, the intensity, and something else that I couldn't quite discern.

He was on top of me and his weight felt delicious, like the blanket that you never want to give away.

"Are you sure about this?" Dante asked me, his face void of any emotion.

I nodded my head and I fell, and there would be nothing to cushion me once I reached morning.