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like I kissed her the first time, in the pool — before I knew she was so broken. She responded better than I thought. It was almost as if she’d been waiting for me to kiss her like that. She tried pushing me away a couple of times, but it was halfhearted. And even then, she never stopped kissing me. Her mind was at war with itself. I decided to give her a little help. Ripping away from her, I grabbed her flimsy t-shirt and ripped it off, neck to seam. It tore like paper. Her mouth dropped open, as I pulled the remaining fabric from her arms and tossed it aside. I pulled her toward me again and kissed her as my fingers found the clasp on her bra and flicked it off. She was against me now, skin to skin. I yanked her pants down and she keened into my mouth like it was the best and worst thing I’d ever done.
    She was panting into my mouth — God I was so turned on. I slowed down a little. I wanted to take my time kissing all the places I’d always wanted to and had never been allowed — the space between her breasts, the insides of her thighs, the commas on her lower back.
    She had a sweet spot right above her collarbone where her neck dipped. I listened to her intake of breath in satisfaction and worked my way down. I’d just reached her perfect nipples when she leaned into me like her lust was too heavy and she couldn’t stand. I put her on the ground and lowered myself on top of her. I was sucking on her nipples and letting my hand slide up the inside of her thigh. She was wearing black lace panties; they stood out against her creamy skin. My hand stopped when it reached the junction of her thighs. I wanted her to want it. I let my thumb brush across the lace and she bucked underneath me. I wondered if anyone else had ever touched her there. I was having a hard time controlling myself. I breathed into her hair. It smelled like fresh laundry.
    “Are you still in control?”
    She nodded. I could feel her shaking and I wanted to call bullshit .
    “Stop me,” I said. “If you’re in control, then stop me.”
    I pulled off the sweatpants that were still lingering around her ankles. She looked up at me with glassy eyes, like stopping me was the last thing she wanted to do.
    That’s when I snapped out of it. My game was turning toxic. I breathed in hard through my nose. I could take her now. She’d let me. But, that wouldn’t be fair. I was manipulating her. She’d be angry with me after — she’d fold in on herself and I’d lose her. I just needed her to acknowledge me.
    “Who owns you?”
    She licked her lips. Her hands were locked on my arms. I could feel slight pressure as she pulled me toward her. She was silently asking me. I held back — she’d taught me how. She shook her head, not understanding.
    I hunted her eyes down, forced her to see me.
    I put a hand over her chest. I could feel her heart … pounding for me.
    I want her. I want her. I want her. Please, Olivia. Please let me have you…
    “Who owns you?”
    Her eyes liquefied. She understood. Her body went limp.
    “You,” she said softly.
    Her vulnerability, her body, her hair — it was all turning me on. I had never in my life wanted a woman more than I wanted her.
    I threw my head back, closed my eyes and rolled off of her.
    Don’t look at her. If you look at her again you’ll land up inside of her.
    “Thank you.”
    And then I left as quickly as I could to take a cold, cold shower.
     
    She wouldn’t look at me for a week after.
     

 
    My cell phone rings. I crack open an eye. There is no light filtering through the blinds, which means it’s either too fucking late or too fucking early to be calling. I hit answer and crush the phone to my ear.
    “‘Lo.”
    “Caleb?”
    I sit up in bed and glance over at Jessica to see if I’ve woken her. She’s sleeping on her stomach, her face hidden by her hair.
    “Yeah?” I rub my eyes and pull my knees up.
    “It’s me.”
    It takes me a few beats to figure out who “me”