It was late, past midnight.
The house was still — except for the rustle of pages in my hands.
I couldn't sleep.
Not after what happened earlier.
I'd barely recovered.
She'd touched me like I was hers… and then left me there, breathless, dripping, and confused as hell.
So I sat in bed with a book, trying to distract myself.
Didn't work.
Especially not when I heard my door creak open.
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> "What'cha reading?"
Her voice was soft and Innocent.
I looked up.
Lila stood in the doorway, barefoot, wearing nothing but one of my hoodies — oversized and just long enough to tempt the imagination. Her legs bare. Hair a little messy. Eyes sleepy and dangerous.
My throat dried instantly.
"Why are you—"
> "I couldn't sleep."
She stepped in, closing the door behind her without a sound.
> "And your bed's softer."
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She crawled in without waiting for permission.
Slid right under the covers beside me and leaned her head on my shoulder like it was the most normal thing in the world.
> "You smell like me," she whispered.
I stiffened.
"Still not over earlier?" she smirked. "Poor thing."
I didn't answer.
Didn't trust myself to speak.
My book suddenly wasn't interesting anymore.
Not with the heat of her thigh pressing against mine.
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She reached out and tugged the book from my hand.
> "Want me to read to you?"
"I'm good—"
She straddled me in one smooth motion, the hoodie riding up dangerously.
I caught just the slightest glimpse of what was — or wasn't — beneath it.
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
My breath caught then she grinned.
"Oops," she teased. "Guess I forgot to wear anything underneath."
I looked away, flushed.
"Lila, our parents are—"
"In their room," she finished for me.
"Sleeping. And even if they weren't…"
She raised one finger — snapped.
My shorts tore clean off.
Just like that.
Gone.
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I yelped. "What the hell?!"
"Oops again," she said sweetly.
She settled back down beside me, like she hadn't just ripped my clothes off with her mind.
I sat there, hard and bare beneath the covers, legs twitching, heart pounding.
"You can keep pretending to read if you want," she whispered.
"But I know what you're really thinking about."
She reached over and ran a single nail down my thigh.
I shivered.
"Don't touch me," she added with a smirk, "not unless you're ready to say it."
"Say what?"
> "That I'm yours."
She yawned — like this was nothing. Like my throbbing erection didn't exist.
> "Say I'm your girl, Eli. Just once. And maybe I'll let you do something about it."
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I swallowed hard.
"I… I can't."
"Why?" she asked, eyes half-lidded.
"Because of Mom and Dad?"
"Because it's wrong."
"Wrong?" she repeated, laughing softly.
"You're still hard, Eli."
I looked away. She was right.
"Say it," she whispered again. "Just whisper it. Into my ear."
I hesitated.
My hands twitched at my sides.
"No?" she asked. "Then I guess…"
She curled against me, her warm, naked body a whisper away from touching mine.
> "…no cumming tonight."
And just like that — she closed her eyes.
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"Lila—"
No answer.
"You're seriously just gonna sleep like this?"
She shifted — and the hoodie slid off one shoulder, giving me a full view of her smooth, bare skin.
But she didn't move again.
Didn't even smirk.
She was out.
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I lay there in the dark, hard as stone, sweating bullets, trapped next to a half-naked demon girl who'd seduced me into insanity…
And then denied me everything.
All because I wouldn't say three simple words.
> "You. Are. Mine."
Not yet.
But damn it…
I was close.
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To be continued…