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"What do you think of those two? Does it not bother you at all that Bex is fucking Leon? I mean you don't seem too fond of him. And I think...it's kind of not fair that she doesn't know about the exact situation. About who me and him are."

"I think, to Bex, Leon is new and exciting and older...And I mean, I guess he's nice to her? She'll get bored or, heaven forbid she might get feelings and freak out, but she'll stop coming around. It's how she works. It's none of my business who she's sleeping with, as long as he isn't hurting her; she's had enough of that, you know?" Elisa said, her tone rather dismissive of the whole situation. She wouldn't be concerned with it for now. It wasn't like Bex to hang onto guys for too long and as long as she wasn't proclaiming her love to him, who he was didn't really matter. Elisa doubted Bex would care if her fuck buddy was in a gang anyway. It wasn't like the girl got involved in their personal lives for anything other than a few hours of fun, as far as Elisa knew.

"Promise to text me when you get in. To be honest I'm not so happy about you going home alone...after..today."

And suddenly, after not thinking about it for a few hours, the small wound - which was only about three inches long, though with the stitches looked more grizzly - began to ache. Her heart skipped a beat and she instinctively wrapped her arms completely around Beck, holding on as if he'd fly away at any moment. "There's nothing I can do about it right now. I gotta go home to Jess."

"I don't mean to sound so possessive. I bet I right fuck you off."

"A lot of things you do infuriate me. That's not one of them." She answered with a smile, brushing one of his blonde strands from his face. Her wrists had gotten frighteningly small, even smaller than the first day he looked at her like she could break. She was almost embarrassed. Before she could pretend nothing was wrong...now? Now she looked sick and tired. She was pretty sure she could die at any moment, but still something pushed her farther and farther away from getting better.

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"Of course I can. It would be very impolite not to."
"This okay?"

Every touch set her skin on fire and made her eyes wild with sultry passion. She half expected him to take her right there on the living room floor until he pushed her into the bedroom. She let her hands roam over each muscle, memorizing every dip and pattern. He was kissing her with such intensity and desire that it was unlike anything she had experienced before him. Everyone was lazy, sloppy and smelled like beer and weed. Leon, it seemed, wanted her and not just any bitch that was drunk enough to be up for it. By the time he had managed to squeak out a few words, she had already managed to remove his shirt so that she could experience far more of his toned body. She smiled at his question.

She wasn't sure what he was asking. For permission? Of course he had it, but it was sweet of him to ask. "For you? This is always okay." Her breathing was a little uneven as she spoke and she spoke through kisses she planted along his shoulder, dragging her fingers down his sides.