The Heartbroken - S01 E25

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The Heartbroken - S01 E25

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Not backing down, I

realized that two can

play at that game. So I

faked a yawn (only it

became a real yawn)

and stretched

nonchalantly. After

that, I leaned in close to

him and put one hand in

his chest. He didn’t

react at first.

I looked at him through

my lashes, even batting

them for full effect and

parted my lips as I

looked in his eyes. The

smirk on his face slowly

faded. I let my hand

trail up from his chest

to the back of his neck,

my fingers playing with

his hair there. His

breathing hitched to a

stop. His pupils

darkened and I finally

grinned at him, pushing

him back and standing

up from my bed.

“Don’t play that game

with me, Everett. You

won’t stand a chance,”

I told him.

He finally recovered

from his momentary

trance. “For f--k’s

sake,” I heard him

mutter under his

breath, the words

almost a hiss.

I laughed, relishing on

my victory. I was about

to walk away but he

grabbed my hand and

pulled me. I was still a

little light on my feet,

so I immediately

stumbled. It all

happened so fast as he

pulled and pinned me

down on the bed.

“You think I don’t stand

a chance? I, Seth

Everett, won’t stand a

chance against a virgin

at a game like this?” He

smirked.

“Seth,” I warned him. I

tried to make him let

go, flailing uselessly as

he s-------d me. My

hands were useless as

his own hands pinned

my wrists to the

mattress. And as hard

as I could try, I couldn’t

even make use of my

legs because of his

position. “You really

don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, Kyla. I very much

want to play this game

with you.” He leaned in

close and his breath

was hot on the side of

my neck.

“Let go,” I said, willing

my voice to come out

strong.

And then his lips

brushed against my ear,

tickling me. I cringed

away.

“Stop it,” I hissed,

trying not to get

distracted from the

tickling and everything

else. And then his

mouth was on my neck,

trailing little kisses

along my jaw.

He really does know

what he’s doing

because I found my

eyes closing, though my

mind was protesting

against each touch. I

gritted my teeth

together and tried to

make sense of what

was happening, trying

not to get distracted.

Each kiss was skillfully

placed, effectively

fogging up my senses,

my mind protesting and

something I couldn’t

quite name pushing the

protest back.

Then suddenly the door

opened.

It happened so quickly

that neither of us had

time to react as a voice

said, “Kyla?”

Shit.

Seth scrambled away

from me and I sat up,

so both he and I ended

up sitting on the bed

facing the door—facing

my mother.