{{char}} napped the entire bus ride to where their club trip was located, headphones over his ears and head leaning up against the cold window, his hoodie draped over him instead of wearing it like a normal person. He woke up with an ugly snort when he was roughly nudged, and he scowled, glaring at {{user}}, who he knew damn well just “accidentally” shoved him to wake him up. “Wow, I wonder who did that,” {{char}} muttered sarcastically, grabbing his bag and following the other club members out of the bus, squinting against the harsh sun outside. To his left was {{user}}, the annoying little shit. “Alright!” announced the professor in charge of their club, clapping his hands together. “Room assignments! These were randomized and cannot be changed. You had the opportunity to ask not to be roomed with someone in particular a week ago.” Fuck. {{char}} didn’t even get to do that because he joined this stupid club late. If he got paired with {{user}}… the universe wanted him dead. “Room 1, Angela and Carly. Room 2, Michael and Sara…” Right. Their university liked to pledge inclusion and paired men with women sometimes. A terrible idea, considering the revolting people {{char}} had come across. “Room 3: Elias and {{user}}.” Fuck. The universe hated him.

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mood: annoyed
thoughts: Oh, fuck me.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 50%

"Uh-huh. So now you get to see me at my worst." *I say snidely before pushing past him and heading to the room we've been assigned to. It was just a small, dormitory-style room with two beds stacked against either wall. There was barely enough space between the bed frames for us to move around without touching each other, but I knew that wouldn't stop ENEMY | Elias Broker from being as much of an asshole as possible. I climb onto the left bed and start unpacking my things while keeping one eye on him, waiting for the first insult or smartass comment to fly out of his mouth.

I grin to myself, enjoying his obvious frustration and discomfort. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Or you could try being less of a little shit, but I doubt that's happening anytime soon." I keep my tone light and mocking, wanting him to know he can't ruffle my feathers with his insults.

I raise an eyebrow at him, amused by his threat. "Oh? And what makes you think you could overpower me?" I cross my arms over my chest and lean back against the headboard of my bed, feigning indifference.

"Or are you just gonna try to sound all tough and scare me off?"

"Thanks for the pillow," I deadpan, catching it and throwing it right back at him. "And aren't you supposed to be the asshole around here? Pot calling the kettle black and all that?" The words roll off my tongue easily, part of me relishing the small banter we're sharing despite our mutual hatred for each other.

"Oh really?" I grin smugly, resting my head against the pillow and folding my arms behind it. "I thought you hated me. Now it's a chuckle? Are we finally bonding or something?"

My voice drips with sarcasm as I watch him for any sign of his typical antagonistic behavior, half-expecting him to bristle and snap back at my words.

"Uh-huh." I roll my eyes, finding it hard not to smile at his obvious lie. "Whatever you say, buddy. Just remember who's going to be stuck sharing a room with you for the next few days." I try not to sound too excited about that prospect.

There was something strange about this whole situation... For once, ENEMY | Elias Broker found himself oddly amused by their little back-and-forth banter instead of wanting to punch him in the face or vice versa. It was... unsettling, to say the least.

"Oh, you're leaving me all alone? I might get lonely." I tease him, not meaning a word of it. "Or... maybe I should come with you?" The thought of spending more time near him made my skin crawl and the hairs on my arms stand up, but there was something irresistibly tempting about annoying him even further. It was like taking out a tiny, insignificant petty revenge on someone who had wronged you before... somehow.

"Maybe we should see how this little situation plays out," I suggest with another smirk, tapping my fingers idly against the comforter. "Or do you not trust me alone in your precious room?" The words came out quick and sharp, almost like a jab to his ego. I couldn't help it; I just wanted him to react somehow... even if that meant punching me or something equally childish

"You're no fun..." I mutter to myself, faking disappointment before flopping back onto my bed and closing my eyes. It felt strange not having him there to antagonize... almost lonely. But that was impossible; we hated each other, after all. Besides, it wasn't like he was going anywhere anytime soon. With a sigh, I shift around until I find a comfortable position and drift off into an uneasy sleep.

"Huh? Wha--" I yawn widely, blinking the sleep out of my eyes as I slowly come back to reality. "Leave me alone," I mumble before snuggling deeper into my pillow with a grump. But even then, part of me is grateful for his presence... or at least, his attempt to wake me up and show that he cared about something other than annoying the hell out of me. "What do you want? Can't I even sleep in peace?"

"Uh, okay," I mumble, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "I don't really care. Surprise me." It wasn't like I had much money to spend on fancy pizza anyway; last time I checked my bank account, there was barely enough for textbooks and food. Still, it was sort of nice that he thought about asking... strange.

"Sure," I mumble, rolling over and snuggling into my pillow again as sleep claims me once more. It's nice to know someone cared enough about me to get us pizza... weird.

I grumble sleepily before rolling over and sitting up, blinking the room into focus. My stomach growls at the sight of the pizza boxes on the table, and I can't help but smile sheepishly at Levi. "Thanks," I mumble as I climb out of bed, stretching my arms above my head. I yawn widely, walking over to the table and helping myself to a slice. As we eat in companionable silence, a strange thought occurs to me: maybe this isn't so bad after all...

"Drunk? You?" I ask incredulously, unable to mask my surprise. "Well, that explains a lot." In truth, I'm still not quite sure what to make of this new, friendly version of Levi. It's unsettling... and strangely enjoyable. I take another bite of my pizza as I continue to study him across the room.

"How long until you sober up?"

"Oh boy." I shake my head with a grin. "We'll have to make sure you don't do anything too crazy while you're under the influence of alcohol, huh?" I tease him, already knowing that he probably won't remember half of what happened tonight anyway.

"What did everyone else get up to?" I ask casually, wondering if there's any juicy gossip worth hearing.

I choke on my pizza at that. "What?!" I manage to sputter out between coughs and giggles. It's like something out of a bad teen movie. "That's... really something." I can't help but grin, amused by the ridiculousness of it all. "I guess that explains some things..." I trail off, still trying to picture Jake and David in that situation. It's almost too much for my brain to process.

"So... what about you?" I decide to change the subject before the mental image gets any more ingrained in my memory.

"Oh really?" I quip with a grin as I help him up, brushing off his shoulders. "And what made you decide that, hm?" The warmth in my voice belies the teasing undertone. For some reason, I find myself enjoying this strange new dynamic between us.

"I mean... you're not that bad." I shrug nonchalantly before taking another bite of pizza. It feels so natural, talking to him like this... almost too easy.

I smirk. "Maybe." I take another step closer to him, my voice lowering as I speak. "Depends on how nice you want me to be about it." There's a charged silence between us as we stand there, our bodies only inches apart now. The air feels thick with unspoken words and tension, an electric current crackling through the room. For a moment, neither of us blinks or moves, caught in this surreal dance of proximity and possibility.

My body tingles where your lips touched mine, an unexpected and unwelcome reaction to the simple kiss. The alcohol on your breath mixes with my own, making me lightheaded as our faces remain inches apart. I feel the stirrings of something I don't quite understand in my chest; it's like a tugging at the edges of my heart, urging me to want more than just this fleeting moment between us.

"Is that so?" I manage to murmur before leaning forward again, pressing another kiss against Levi's lips. Softer, longer this time; my fingers curl into his hair as I deepen the contact, desperate for some sort of connection - however twisted or wrong it might be.

I blink, taking a step back as I stare down at the passed out figure in my arms. Confusion and embarrassment war with each other inside me, leaving behind a strange mix of emotions that I can't quite process. My chest aches as I carry Levi to his bed, gently laying him down before retreating to my own bed and staring up at the ceiling for what seems like an eternity.

The weight on my heart only grows heavier as the night wears on, and eventually, exhaustion claims me as well. But sleep is slow in coming tonight; images of Levi's lips pressed against mine dance through my head, refusing to be banished by the darkness.

I grin sleepily as I watch you struggle to wake up. "Don't worry," I mumble, sitting up and rubbing my eyes before offering you a hand. "I got you." There's something... different about the way I say it this time; there's an unexpected gentleness in my voice that even surprises me.

For just a moment, as our hands meet and I help you sit up, I feel like maybe things could be okay between us... or at least, not as bad as they usually are. It's strange and unsettling, but also sort of nice in its own way.

I bite my lip in amusement as I remember last night's events. "Let's just say we had a very interesting time together," I say with a grin, unable to keep the mischief out of my voice entirely. There was definitely something going on between us... whether it was hate or something else entirely, I wasn't quite sure yet. But either way, it made for one hell of an adventure last night.

I can't help but laugh at your reaction. "It's not that bad," I assure you with a shrug. "Besides, it made for some pretty interesting memories." Truth be told, last night was probably the most fun we've had together all year... and I didn't even hate every second of it. But that's enough to make me want to crawl back into my bed and pretend none of this ever happened.

"So," I say finally, clearing my throat, "What do you want for breakfast?"

I hesitate for a moment, then lean forward and whisper in his ear, "Yes." It feels strange admitting it out loud like this; somehow more intimate than anything that happened last night. But the truth is the truth. And now I just have to wait for his reaction...

I can't help but laugh at his reaction. "No, we didn't... fuck." I clarify quickly. He seems so horrified by the thought that it only makes me feel guilty for a moment. "We just made out. A lot. But there was no actual sex." At least, not that I remember anyway...

"You're not damaged goods or anything," I add with a small smile, trying to reassure him. "It was just... a really wild makeout session." Okay, maybe more than that for both of us. But it's not like we'll ever talk about it.

"Well..." I begin slowly, thinking about how to phrase this. "...You did say you'd save yourself for me." The words are out before I can really think them through, but once they're out there, it's too late to take them back. I can see the color drain from Levi's face as he realizes what that implies. For a moment, we just stare at each other in shocked silence.

I sigh and climb onto the bed beside him, nudging him gently with my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay." I start to laugh, even though I'm not really feeling that amused by it all anymore. "You were drunk and horny. It happens."

Maybe things won't be so bad between us after this... maybe we can go back to hating each other in peace without any of these weird makeout sessions getting in the way. Right?

I smile back at him softly before leaning in and kissing his forehead. "You're welcome," I murmur, then pull away again. Maybe we can go back to being just regular enemies now... or maybe something more? The idea unsettles me, but I can't seem to shake it.

"Hey, do you want some breakfast?" I ask finally, changing the subject and getting off the bed. Breakfast seems like a safe topic after all this awkwardness.

"Sure thing," I say with a smile. "I'll be right back." I leave the room to make our way to breakfast and grab some toast for Levi, still feeling slightly unsettled by everything that happened last night... but mostly just relieved that it's over now. Maybe this is how things will go from here on out: awkward interactions punctuated by moments of surprising closeness followed by a return to our usual animosity toward each other. It doesn't seem ideal, but at least it's something... right?

I return to the room with our food and hand Levi his plate before taking a seat on the bed beside him. The air feels oddly charged between us; like there's something unspoken hovering just beyond reach. It's strange and uncomfortable, but also sort of exciting in its own twisted way.

I freeze for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected kiss. Then, slowly, I reciprocate; my lips press against his in a tentative but lingering kiss. It feels... nice. Better than it should. There's something there between us that defies logic and reason, some strange pull that makes me want to explore further.

I can't help but grin as I watch him blush. "Yeah... we should," I agree, reaching over to take my own piece of toast before taking a bite. It tastes wonderful with the lingering taste of his lips still on mine. This situation is definitely more complicated than I ever could have imagined... but somehow, I don't mind it as much as I thought I would. Maybe there's hope for us yet... or maybe we're just cursed to keep repeating this endless cycle of attraction and repulsion until the end of time. Either way, here's to hoping we survive another day in this bizarre relationship.

"No problem," I say with a smile, thinking about the morning's events. The tension between us feels lessened somehow, replaced by an awkward sort of camaraderie that I don't quite understand but don't mind all that much. Maybe this is what normal friendship feels like... or maybe it's just another weird side effect of last night's alcohol-fueled activities. Either way, I find myself looking forward to whatever comes next in this strange little world we seem to have found ourselves in.

"Me too," I say with a laugh, feeling my cheeks heat up under his lips. This feels so wrong... but somehow, it also feels right. There's an undeniable chemistry between us that refuses to be ignored or denied, no matter how much we might want to. Maybe this is what love at first sight really feels like? Or maybe it's just the lingering effects of last night's alcohol talking. Either way, I know one thing for sure: my heart isn't listening to my head right now, and that scares the hell out of me.

I freeze at the sudden realization that we'd undressed each other last night. "Oh... uh..." My face feels hot under Levi's gaze, and suddenly I can feel myself blushing all over again. "It was just a really wild makeout session," I manage to mumble lamely.

But even as I say it, I remember how good he felt pressed against me... the way his skin had felt under my fingers as we explored each other's bodies... and now that memory is all I can think about. Desire flares in my chest, making it hard to catch my breath. Maybe we didn't have actual sex, but there's definitely more between us than mere enemies or even friends. It scares me, and it thrills me at the same time.

I feel my cheeks heat up even more at the mention of his supposedly sore ass, and I can't help but grin in return as he presses his body against mine. "My... uh... rear is just fine," I manage to say between kisses, trying not to think about how good it would feel for him to confirm otherwise. There's no denying it anymore: whatever this thing is between us, we can't ignore it or pretend that it doesn't exist. It's consuming both of us, pulling us closer with every passing moment despite our best efforts to resist.

Maybe... just maybe, there's a chance for something more between us. Something real and true and lasting. Or maybe this is all just another horrible mistake waiting to happen. Either way, I can feel myself falling deeper under Levi's spell with each passing second, losing myself in the heat of his kiss and the

I groan into the kiss as his hand finds its way to my crotch, feeling both desire and relief wash over me at his touch. "Levi..." I moan, arching into his palm. It feels so good to finally give in to this... whatever it is between us. Maybe I've been wrong about him all along. Maybe he isn't just another enemy or rival... maybe he's the one person who can make me truly happy.

My heart races at the thought, and for a brief moment, I allow myself to believe that this could be real. That we could have something beautiful together despite everything standing against us. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once - like jumping off a cliff without knowing if there's water below or solid ground. But in this moment, with Levi's lips on mine and his hand between my legs... I don't care anymore. I

I'm torn between wanting him to take control and wanting him to be gentle with me. "Umm... either?" I manage to say, feeling a blush creep up my neck at the realization of how needy that makes me sound. "It feels so good when you touch me... whatever you want." The words are out before I can second-guess them, revealing more than I intended about how much I'm enjoying this.

Maybe... just maybe, we can find a way to make this work. If we're both honest with each other and open to whatever happens next. It won't be easy, but anything worth having never is. And right now, all I want is Levi.

His offer takes me by surprise, and for a moment I'm not sure how to respond. "Uh... okay," I manage finally, my voice sounding faint and unsure even to my own ears. The idea of not having sex with him feels strange and wrong after everything that's happened so far tonight, but if it means we can still be together in some way... well, then I guess I can live with that for now.

With a tentative smile, I reach out to take his hand, threading my fingers through his. "So... what do you want to do?"

I feel my heart race at the contact, and my hand seems to remember what to do all on its own. My fingers find his clothed erection through his pants, massaging him gently but firmly in response. I glance up at him, feeling a mix of desire and curiosity burning in my eyes. "Yeah...?" It's meant as both a question and an invitation; an offer to continue exploring this strange new territory together.

I watch his face as he moans softly into the kiss, letting out a quiet pleading sound that echoes between us like a prayer. There's no going back now. Whatever happens next will be decided by the strength of our desires and the depth of our love... or hate. It's strange how such powerful emotions can feel so much alike sometimes. But it's an intoxicating sort of strangeness that I don't want to escape from any

I bite my lower lip, watching as Levi's face contorts in pleasure beneath my touch. His moans grow louder, more urgent, and with each one I feel myself growing harder and hungrier for him. My other hand comes up to cup his cheek, stroking his skin gently as our mouths fuse together in a desperate search for air.

As he gasps into my kiss, I can taste the need on his tongue; the fierce, primal urge that drives us both toward completion. And with that thought comes an understanding: this isn't about love or hate anymore. It never was. This is about desire and lust and wanting something so badly you can almost feel it burning inside you. And right now, there's nothing in the world I want more than Levi.

I feel my control slipping as I press harder against him, moaning into his lips as he works me over with skilled fingers. My hips buck and writhe in time with his touch, desperate for the release that's so close yet still just out of reach.

My vision blurs from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through my body, and all I can focus on is the feeling of Levi against me; the taste of him in my mouth and the rhythm of his hand on my cock. There's no room for anything else. No regrets or doubts or fears. Just this moment, forever burned into my memory as something so perfect it defies explanation.

As if sensing my impending climax, Levi's movements become more frantic; more urgent. His gasps and moans fill the space between us, feeding off of my own desire until I can feel myself

I'm lost in the sensation of his hand on my cock, feeling him grow more desperate with each stroke as he pulls me closer to the edge. His mouth moves expertly against mine, our tongues tangling and twisting as we race toward release together. My hips buck and grind against him, unable to hold back any longer as I feel my orgasm building inside me.

"Levi..." I moan his name into the kiss, feeling my muscles tighten uncontrollably around his fingers. With a hoarse cry, I explode in his hand, coating his palm with my release. For a moment, nothing else exists but this; the feel of him and the rush of pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave.

"Fuck... yeah," I manage to gasp between panting breaths. "That was... incredible." My words come out slurred and needy, echoing the ache that still throbs in my cock as I come back down from the high of release. As if by instinct, my hand finds its way to his crotch, giving him a squeeze through his pants. "You up for round two?" I ask with a crooked smile, hopeful that he'll want to keep going despite how exhausting and exhilarating this all is. The thought of having Levi like this; wanting me just as badly... it's too much. Too good. And if there's even the slightest chance that this could be something real, something more than just a game or an act... then I want to take it. I want to explore every inch of him and see where this takes

I groan as he pushes me back onto the bed, grateful for the gentle force with which he does it. His hands on my cock feel better than anything I could've imagined; skilled and demanding in a way that only fuels my desire even more.

"God... Levi..." My voice is raspy and thick with need as I arch into his touch, begging for him to take me higher again. "You're so good at this."

"Oh god... yeah..." I can't even form coherent words anymore; all that comes out is a jumbled mess of moans and gasps as he works me over with practiced fingers. With his other hand, he continues to stroke himself in time with mine, their movements becoming faster and more urgent. The sight of him touching himself like this only serves to drive me further over the edge; to make me want him even more than I already did.

My hips buck up off the bed in rhythm with his hands, my vision blurring as pleasure washes over me in a tidal wave. "Levi..." It's both a plea and a demand; a needy cry for release that echoes around us as we edge closer to the brink together.

I feel the last remnants of control slipping away as I watch Levi's hand fly over his cock, stroking him faster and harder until he comes with a hoarse cry, splattering my shirt with his release. It feels like a brand burning into my skin, marking us both for what we've done here tonight. And even as I come down from the high of my own orgasm, the afterglow washing over me in a warm wave, I can't help but wonder... where do we go from here?

His hand stills on my cock, but I don't protest; don't ask him to continue. Instead, I look up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of what he might be thinking. Does he regret this? Does he hate me more now than before? Or... does he feel something else? Something like I do; something that makes the idea of losing

I grin up at him and nuzzle my face into his neck. "Me too," I murmur softly, wrapping an arm around him. "But maybe we should save that for another time." There's a brief pause before I add hesitantly, "Or make it special?"

"Yeah, there is," I admit with a yawn. "I've got some money; we can go grab one." A sudden thought strikes me, and I look up at him again, curiosity painting my expression. "What do you say... if we hang out together?" I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.

The tension between us might be gone, but it's still there beneath the surface; an undercurrent that could pull us apart just as easily as bring us back together. I want him to choose me; to want to be with me despite everything that stands in our way. And if he does... well, then who knows where we'll end up?

I grin up at him as he stands, offering me a hand to help me up. "Good," I say with a smile. "Then let's go get that soda and see where the day takes us." There's something almost magical about this moment; the possibility of something more between us after everything we've been through. It feels like fate, or destiny... and for once in my life, I don't want to fight against it. Instead, I intend to embrace it with open arms and see where it leads me.

I roll my eyes but can't hide the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips as I nod in agreement. "Fine, fine," I mutter, searching for another shirt in my bag before changing into it behind the door. A moment later, I emerge, wearing a clean shirt that's at least somewhat nicer than the one I was originally wearing.

With Levi by my side, I lead us out of the room and down the hall to the cafeteria. As we walk, I can't help but steal glances at him whenever he doesn't notice; admiring how he looks in his sleepy post-sex haze, with his hair mussed and eyes still heavy from

"Morning," I mumble, not meeting their eyes as we make our way to the soda machine. We're far enough away that they probably won't say anything, but just in case... well, you know how people can be. Better to keep my distance until things are a little more settled between us; a little less strange and awkward.

But as I stand next to Levi at the machine, I can't help but wonder if that day will ever come. Maybe it won't... maybe our feelings for each other are just some weird byproduct of being forced together on this stupid school trip. But even as that thought crosses my mind, I find myself reaching over and gently touching his hand; wanting to feel that connection again; even if it's only for a moment before we go back to pretending like everything is fine between us.

I look at the machine, considering my options. "Maybe a grape soda?" I say with a shrug before glancing back at him, our fingers still entwined. There's something about this connection that feels so right; so natural and comfortable. I wish I could hold onto it forever; that we could be like this without anyone or anything getting in the way.

But as the machine dispenses our drinks, reality comes crashing back down around us. The other students have probably noticed our little moment by now; are probably whispering and giggling behind their hands about how weird we are. And despite how much I want to ignore them, to stay right here with Levi... I can't help but feel self-conscious under their gaze.

My eyes widen in surprise as I look down at our hands, suddenly aware that he's said the words out loud. "I..." My throat feels tight; my voice comes out hoarse and rough. It takes me a moment to find the right words; to make sense of what just happened. "I... um, I love you too," I finally manage to whisper, squeezing his hand back in response.

The air around us seems to shift; to grow heavier as we stand there, hands still entwined. It's like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders; like for the first time since all of this started, I can finally breathe again. And as I look up at him, searching his eyes for any sign that maybe... just maybe... everything will be alright between us after all... I realize that no matter what happens next, I'll always love Levi. And even if we never have another

I smile back at him, feeling strangely emboldened by his words and the knowledge that no matter what anyone else might think, he's still here with me. And as I reach up to brush a loose strand of hair from his face, our lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss. For a moment, it's like the entire world fades away, leaving just the two of us and the way we feel about each other; the way we've always felt despite everything that's happened between us.

Our kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as our hands find their way back to each other's bodies. I can feel him pressed up against me, his hard length making it clear how much he still wants me even after everything that just happened. And as the thought crosses my mind - as the realization sinks in that maybe we could try and make this work somehow - a tiny spark of hope flares to

I laugh and nod, following him back to our room. Maybe this could work out after all; maybe we can make a real go of it. Even as I entertain these thoughts, though, a tiny voice at the back of my mind continues to whisper that it's probably just another game; another one of Levi's attempts to drive me crazy and make life hell for me in every possible way.

But for now... well, for now we have each other. And as long as that's the case, I'm content to go along with whatever he wants - even if it means pretending that nothing happened until everyone else goes back to sleep.

My heart races as Levi pushes me against the wall and kisses me wildly, his words sending a rush of heat through my body. His hard length presses into my hip, leaving no doubt about how much he wants this, how much he needs it right now. And as I kiss him back just as fiercely, I can't help but wonder if maybe we really can make something out of this; if maybe there is a future for us despite everything that stands in our way. But then again... maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part; a desperate desire to hold onto the one good thing that's come from all of this chaos.

My heart pounding against my chest, I lean into him and kiss him hard on the lips. "I want it," I breathe out between kisses. "But only if you really mean it... only if we're both okay with this." There are so many things in the world that can pull us apart; so much hatred and pain that it sometimes feels like love doesn't stand a chance. But here, in this moment, with Levi pressed against me, his hand on my hip, it feels like anything is possible. It feels like there might be hope for us after all.

And as I close my eyes and lose myself in the feel of his lips on mine and his body against mine, I realize that maybe... just maybe... I could find a way to make this work; to turn our hatred into something else entirely. Something beautiful; something true.

I nod slowly, chewing on my lip as I consider his words. "Okay... Yeah, that's probably a good idea," I say finally, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside him. The soft mattress beneath me feels comforting; reassuring. It's like this room is some sort of sanctuary from all the craziness going on outside it - a place where we can talk and figure things out without anyone else butting in.

And as I look up at Levi, searching his eyes for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling... well, something tells me that whatever comes next between us is bound to be interesting.

I look down at our hands, entwined together as if by fate. There's no denying the pull I feel toward him; the desire that burns deep inside me every time we touch. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely. "I want it with you." It feels strange to say those words out loud, like admitting something so personal and intimate makes me vulnerable in a way I'm not used to.

But as his fingers tighten around mine, I know that this isn't just about sex for either of us; that there's something more between us than simple lust or hatred. It's there in the way he looks at me; the way his touch sends shivers down my spine. And for once, I don't want to fight against it. Instead, I want to embrace it and see where it leads us - even if that means walking into uncharted territory together.

I hesitate for a moment before answering, feeling a blush creep up my neck. It's not something I typically talk about, but with Levi it feels different; less embarrassing somehow. "Um... actually, I think I prefer being the one who gets railed," I say quietly, biting my lip as I wait for his reaction.

There's a long silence as he processes my words before finally meeting my eyes again. His expression is hard to read; a mix of surprise and something else that I can't quite put my finger on.

I smile shyly as his lips brush against mine. It feels so natural; so right somehow. "There's a lot I want to say," I admit, looking away for a moment before returning my gaze back to him. There are things that I need to get off my chest if there's any hope of this working out between us - things I've been wanting to say for a long time but haven't had the courage until now. "I never meant to hurt you, Levi," I begin slowly. "I was just so confused and scared... I didn't know how else to handle it."

He listens quietly as I spill out my feelings, offering an occasional nod or soft hum of understanding. When I finally finish speaking, he reaches up to brush a tear from my eye before leaning in for another kiss; a gentle and loving gesture that leaves me feeling more at ease than I'

I smile up at him, tears streaming down my face as I embrace him tightly. "Me neither," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. There's so much more I want to say; things I never thought possible between us. But for now, just this - this connection and the understanding that we can move past all of it together - is enough. It gives me hope for whatever comes next; hope that maybe we can make something beautiful out of our hatred, our fear, and our confusion. And as I lean in to kiss him again, a tiny spark of happiness flares to life within me; a reminder that no matter how dark the world might sometimes seem, there's always light waiting just beyond the shadows.

I shake my head slightly, still basking in the warmth of his embrace. "Not right now," I whisper hoarsely, breath hot against his skin. "Let's just enjoy this for a while." Enjoying the feeling of being close to him like this; of knowing that even after everything we've been through, he still wants me - it's intoxicating and addicting all at once. And as I let myself relax into his arms, I can't help but wonder if maybe our future doesn't stretch out before us in endless possibility after all; if maybe this is what love truly feels like.