But his eyes, so suddenly soft and pleading... It wasn't how this was supposed to go. This was supposed to be fucking and hate and rough, uncaring hands. Not soft touches or pleading eyes. "I'm having second thoughts, Lex." She moved back, let herself sink to the bed as it hit the backs of her knees. "Why don't we just call it a night?"
He stared at her, his mouth hanging open. It would be amusing on anyone but him. "What the hell are you..."
His eyes were narrowed now, angry. "This is just wrong," she cut in. "You and me." She pulled the covers up over her breasts. "I just can't..."
"The fuck you can't," he growled, bending over her, pulling the covers away, grasping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She let him. This was how this was supposed to go. It was what he had promised her. Freedom and pleasure and not giving a fuck about tomorrow.
She grasped his shoulder, digging her nails in slightly. She smiled slightly. "Maybe I can if you stop being such a wuss."
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