His kisses trailed down my neck, his soft lips making marks along my skin as he made his way down to my chest.

"Marcus," I moaned out, his hand slipping from my waist to my thigh.

His fingers toyed with my bare legs, trailing his long fingers higher and higher until he reached in between.

"Wait," I whispered out, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him upwards.

"What's wrong?" He asked, "did I do something wrong?"

"No, no," I said, running my hands down his bare chest. "You did nothing wrong."

He moved beside me, laying down on his bed and facing me.

"It's just-" I started, sighing into the pillow and pulling the covers over my naked body.

"I'm engaged," I whispered out.

His body froze, his eyes meeting mine. "Oh."

"It's arranged," I blurted out, the guilt creeping in slowly.

His hand reached over to my face, his thumb trailing over my cheek and then to my bottom lip.

"I understand," he said, and I placed my cheek in his hand.

"It's so confusing," I said, "we have to stay in the same house and we have to sleep in the same bed."

I looked down and didn't meet his eyes, trying to push past the guilt.

"I won't be able to see you anymore," I whispered, finally meeting his eyes.

I felt his body freeze, and I saw the slight drop in his face.

"I know," he whispered back, pulling my face closer.

"One last night?" He asked, and I nodded, our noses touching and our breaths mixing together.

"One last night."

His lips attached to mine again, smashing against my face, devouring every inch of me.

I moaned into his mouth when he trailed his fingers down my body again, finally reaching in between my thighs.

I gasped when he sunk his finger into me, slowly moving in and out.

His other arm wrapped around my lower waist, pulling me tight against his body as he pumped in and out.

I moaned again, biting down on his shoulder as he put two fingers in, and picking up his pace.

Soon enough I was reaching my peak, and he pushed me down on the bed, kissing between my breasts and then down to my lower stomach.

I grabbed onto his shoulder when he pushed into me, starting slow and steady.

It was so gentle, enough to make tears pool from my eyes.

Soon enough he was no longer slow and tender, but he was now fucking me.

So hard I screamed his name, over and over again and grasping onto the sheets.

The rest of the night was just us, our bodies pressed together, enjoying our last moment alone.

For we could no longer see each other, ever again.

✥ ✥ ✥

I pushed past my thoughts about Marcus.

It was just a fling

Or maybe I couldn't let go because we knew each other since we were kids.

Ever since we were sixteen we've been hanging out, and hooking up from time to time.

He was my best friend

And now I could no longer see him, for I knew someone would catch us, and it could ruin this whole engagement plan.

It was now dark, the sky was pitch black as I pulled into the driveway, the headlights shining against the garage door.

I shut off the engine and grabbed my keys, making my way to the front door.

It was dark when I entered, and I mentally scolded myself when I looked at the clock.

12:45 am

"Shit," I muttered, dropping my keys on the table and taking off my shoes.

The sudden switch of the light made me jump, and I turned toward where Kye sat on the chair, a glass of scotch in his hand.

"Where were you," he said quietly, his eyes squinting toward me as he watched me walk into the living room.

"None of your business," I spat, walking past the living room and into the kitchen.

I heard him slam his glass on the table, and the footsteps of him behind me.

I went to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and taking off the cap.

"You reek of sex," he gritted out, his body coming closer to mine.

"No I don't," I replied, moving around the kitchen island and away from him.

I wasn't fast enough when his hand grabbed my waist, slamming me against the counter.

"Don't fucking lie to me," he spat out, looking towards my hair and down my body.

"So what is it to you?" I said harshly, trying to push him away.

"What is it to me?" He said loudly, "you could have been fucking caught!"

His hot breath was in my face, so close that if I moved a bit forward, our lips would touch.

"I didn't."

"Stop acting so childish," he gritted out.

I was fuming, how dare he talk to me like that.

"Fuck you."

His hand squeezed at my waist tightly, enough to make me gasp out.

He groaned, his face coming closer to mine.

"Don't ever leave without telling me," he grumbled, "and don't ever lie to me again."

I didn't say anything as his thigh wedged between my legs, keeping me in place.

"I don't have to listen to you," I whispered out.

He moved his thigh upwards, adjusting to my body that was pushing away from him.

I widened my eyes as I let a moan slip out, my hands grasping onto his shoulders.

I watched as his eyes darkened, his hands slightly faltering at my waist.

"Fuck," he said quietly, enough to make me barely miss it.

He dropped his thigh, and his hands, turning away from me and walking away.

I let out a shaky breath, running my hands through my hair.

I looked towards the lamp light in the room, my heart beating so fast as I walked in.

I couldn't get away from him, and I had no choice but to lay down next to him, hoping tomorrow will come faster than ever.