"I'm ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight." —Alex & Sierra.

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Blaze introduces me to a different kind of tenderness that I haven't gotten from him before. His kiss is slow and gentle, sucking the air from my lungs and replacing it with desire and passion.

It is like a breath of fresh air, leaving me wondering if I had even been alive before our lips made contact. My soul blossoms like a rose as a rush of warmth flow down my body and to my core.

His wet tongue seeps its way in, exploring the corners of my mouth as he encircles his arms around me. The touching of our bodies heats the kiss in a matter of seconds, and our mouths tangle together, our breaths now ragged and eager.

I am now lying against his bed, on my back, having no idea how I ended up in the position as he continues his sweet onslaught against my lips. Jolts of shiver run down my back as his right hand begins to venture my body, exploring my thigh and having me now feeling heated despite the cold air coming through his windows.

The scent of his body hugs me like a soft cloak as he travels along my cheek to get to my neck, offering a distraction as his wandering hand disappears beneath my T-shirt. He caresses my bare stomach, and I intake a sharp breath at the feeling while he's skimming my neck and leaving behind red bruises.

A pleasant sensation is sent to the most private area of my body as he roams his way down to my chest, peppering my throat with short, butterfly kisses. My breathing is now audible, and I am almost sure he can hear my erratic heartbeat.

"I am mad, Harmony..." He coos against my skin. "I am mad that Kite got to kiss your lips too. I wanted to be the only one."

He lifts his head to look me in the eyes, and the lust his gaze hold is enough to fill up the pool between my thighs.

He brushes his lips against mine and whispers in my mouth.

"I want to see you. All of you."

I bring my eyes up to look at him, confusion sparking within them. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"I want to see what you show to no one." He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth. I close my eyes with a moan and nod. I am not sure what exactly I just nodded to.

The hand that is now tracing small circles around my navel frees itself from my clothes. Locking my timid stare, he gathers the hem of my T-shirt in a pile and lifts it just below my neck.

A gush of air blows against my naked chest, and I flush as his eyes break away from mine and drops to the aroused buttons there.

He bites his lower lip, and the action sends a heatwave all over my body.

"You're so sexy..."

Raising his eyes to mine, he leans his head in and takes one of the pink buds between his lips. I gasp, my head pressing into the soft pillows of his bed while he's sucking and nipping on my chest. His other hand clasps the opposite one, and he's gently squeezing and massaging it, rolling the rigid nob perched on my areola on the pad of his thumb.

I grip onto the sheets; my knuckles pale from firmly clenching the fabric.

He works his tongue around my breasts, grazing them with his teeth and ensuring both are tended to equally. It feels good, and I feel like I'd orgasm just from him kissing and touching me this way.

But I don't get the time to test the theory as his hand and mouth leaves my chest abruptly. He sits up between my legs, and I stare up at him as I breathe heavily.

Eye contact seems to come easy for him as he puts both hands on the front of my shorts and begins to undo it. The simple act of a button unclasping sounds loud in the room, and I recall that I am not wearing my underwear beneath. As I part my lips to voice my insecurity, he is already hooking his fingers in the waistband and sliding it along my thighs.

I swallow. Oh, God.

"Blaze, I feel... a little insecure." I manage to get out, and he smiles at this, prying my left leg free from the clothing. "I-I have never actually—"

"Don't be afraid. You're beautiful, Harmony." He lowers his head and plants a kiss against my right knee. "Every inch of you."

The reassurance lessens my anxiety, and I slowly relax the muscles that had been violently working to keep my legs clutched together.

Blaze smiles at my silent consent and gently grips my thighs to spread them apart. His intense expression returns as his eyes rake over my sex, and my cheeks run crimson with lust and insecurity.

"I was right. You're beautiful all over...." He whispers. "So pink and perfect."

I close my eyes and tilt my head back as I feel his lips against the inside of my thigh. My body reacts immediately as the arousal rapidly grows.

He's looking at me while his index finger begins to trail along the slit of my womanhood. I gasp loudly, pressing my face into my hands from the intensity, and he uses his opposite hand to pry them away from my face.

"Keep looking at me," he utters, as he adds his middle finger, both digits gliding against my entrance. It's a slow pattern, torturous and intense, and each time he reaches the top, he makes small circles with his fingertips against the sensitive nub there.

"Blaze...Oh, God..."

"No one else is allowed to touch you like this, do you hear me?" He purs, his voice is low but demanding, and I nod my head in ecstasy.

"I want to hear you say it, Harmony."

"N-no one else is allowed to touch me like this..."

"Not even Kite." He lightly flicks his thumb against my clitoris, and I feel a spasm electrocute my whole body.

"Ah, Blaze!"

"Say it," His eyes are dark as he lowers his lips against mine, barely grazing it while his finger is pushing that tender nub around. "Say 'not even Kite.'"

"N-not-ah, even Kite."

He crashes his lips onto mine, and his fingers speed their pace up. He runs them through my folds, dragging whimpers and moans from the back of my throat. A pleasurable, repetitive line from top to bottom, then from bottom to top, and then little circles around my clitoris. It's so consuming that I feel as though I am about to lose my mind.

"You're so wet," he says inside my mouth. "So wet for only me."

I reply with a moan as I begin to ride another cusp of fathomless pleasure. I find that each time he touches me, he beats his prior record and takes me somewhere else that I have never been. Tonight I am in wonderland, sitting on a puff of white cloud and surrounded by beads of lights and a kaleidoscope of colors.

I begin to tremble like a leaf, and Blaze trails his opposite hand down my face, hushing me as my breath becomes short and rushed.

"Shh. Just look at how responsive you are," he says and drops his eyes between us, wanting me to do the same. I follow him in a state of panting, and the erotic sight only heightens my desire. His fingers are parting and opening me like a flower.

I roll my head back and close my eyes as my body moves toward its crowing point.

"Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to see the only person who's allowed to do this to you." He demands.

My eyes flicker open, and our gazes collide. I am breathing heavily, and he is watching me with lustful orbs. The sounds bouncing off the walls are that of my distorted sighs, my moans of pleasure, and the wet noises caused by his blitz.

And then it finally happens, my femininity finally pulls apart from the sustained stimulation. Contracting and squeezing and threatening to pull his fingers in. I try to reach for his shirt as some form of life support, but he grabs my wrists with one hand and pins them above my head while he keeps rubbing me more fiercely.

"That's it, babe."

"Blaze!"

"Yes."

"Ugh."

The peak of my fulfillment shreds through my entire essence, leaving me shaking and writhing beneath him as I drown in a sea of euphoria. He lets my wrists go and allows me to clutch onto his biceps as he continues his pattern, lengthening the experience. Dark, impure eyes intensely study me while I mount the waves of an ocean I have never once come across. I think he has taken my soul this time.

As I recover from it all, I try to open my eyes, making out his face through the blurriness of my vision.

With his eyes piercing through mine, his fingers leave my center, and I watch him as he lifts his digits to his mouth. They disappear inside it, all the way down to their last joints. He sucks them off, and my face goes red as I gawk at him in awe. I have never seen someone do that before.

"Blaze..."

He chuckles at my reaction. "It's okay; it's normal." A lopsided smirk replaces his laughter as he hovers above me, and I gaze up into his eyes.

"You taste sweet." He reveals, and I blush brightly.

He places a soft kiss against my forehead, my cheek, and then he moves on to my neck. I close my eyes and tilt my head to give him full access.

His lips give the most heavenly feeling. I wouldn't trade it for anything, and nothing could ever get rid of this inkling of joy that is currently deep within me.

Nothing at all.

My eyes slowly open, and immediately I catch sight of a gold, shiny paper sticking up from beneath his pillow. My smile morphs into a curious expression as I extend my hand to slip it out.

I lift it and gaze at it while Blaze is still nipping and kissing at my neck.

After what feels like about two seconds, I come to terms with what it is that I am looking at.

An open condom wrapper.

Oh. God.

This is not real.

This can't be happening.

Did he honestly sleep with that girl?

Why is Blaze such a professional liar?

My breathing becomes rapid. Not from sexual stimulation this time, but from fear, and sorrow, and pain, and hurt.

I shove at his chest angrily, and he looks taken aback as he stares down at me narrow-eyed.

"Wow, you okay?"

My eyes are now gathering tears, and my bottom lip begins to tremble.

His forehead puckers and his face carves with what could pass for genuine ignorance.

"Harmony...what's wrong?"

I raise the paper in front of his face, and when he recognizes what it is, he closes his eyes and swears under his breath.

That's enough confirmation, right?

"Listen, Harmony." His eyes reopen, and they appear limpid. "I didn't have sex with her, okay? I opened the condom and I thought of you and I swear to God, I didn't do anything with her."

"Get off me." I grit out. "Get off me now, Blaze."

The tears begin their cascade again, and his face melts. "Harmony..."

"Don't. Don't. Please..."

I try to get up, but he won't move.

"I didn't have sex with her, believe me."

"Leave me alone!" I nudge him to the side. I motion to get off the bed, then recall that I am half-naked, then I further recall that I just showed him my entire vagina like an idiot. Oh, God.

"Harmony, I swear I didn't do anything with that girl, okay? I opened the condom then I left her here, I walked out, I didn't—"

"You touched me on the bed you slept with her on! How could you be so heartless, Blaze?! I am so stupid."

I begin to put my shorts on, and he ruffles his hair in frustration. "Seriously? You don't believe me?"

"Not after I saw her dancing on your groin!"

"Harmony, I already told you that I am sorry about that, okay? I didn't mean to hurt you like that."

"Yeah, and I didn't mean to let you touch me like that a minute ago, so pardon my lack of common sense."

"Wow, are you serious?" His voice is hem with disbelief and hurt, and it makes two of us. "You don't trust me at all, do you?"

"No! And you don't trust me either since you thought I kissed Kite!"

My legs are now covered, and I get off the bed but Blaze is already in my path in a swift.

"Are we back to this again, Harmony? Seriously? I apologized; what the fuck else must I do? Take my fucking heart out?"

"You can just leave me alone for starters. You went as far as to open the condom. I bet you wanted her, didn't you? But my silly little image flashed across your mind and you barely felt sorry for me!"

"Barely? You have no idea how nuts you drive me."

"So nuts that you took that girl to your room!"

He buries his hand in his hair. "You're stressing me the fuck out."

"Yeah, you're stressing me out too. I keep trying to understand you, and you keep hurting me in so many ways, I—" Tears stream down my face, and he tries to hug me, but I step back.

"I didn't do anything with that girl. I am being honest, Harmony."

"Yeah, but what happened before you opened that thing? Did you kiss her?"

He swallows, and a skeptical look crosses his face as he looks away from me. "No. No, I didn't. She sat on my groin and kissed my neck and... I just touched her legs... and that is all that happened..."

The image of her lips on his neck and his hand—the same hand that was roaming my body only a few minutes ago being on her legs, is just too much to digest tonight. I hold my forehead.

"That's all that happened. I swear that—"

"It's the fact that you had it in mind, that's what hurts the most. The fact that you went as far as to open the condom."

His gaze softens, and his mouth opens, but no words come out. He has no comeback, and that hurts a lot more than if he were to plead his case with a silly explanation. Tell me something, something that I can hopefully hold onto to feel better about this. But he doesn't, he just stands there looking at me dejectedly.

My heart has officially collapsed in my chest.

I suck in a pained breath, and my voice cracks as I speak. "I want to be alone. I need time. All of this... all of this hurts too much."

I turn away and leave his room. I hear him curse and hit something as the door swings close, but I don't stop to check what he had damaged this time around.

This is hard. Loving him is hard.

I return to my room at the end of the hall, and I am hurting so much that I don't care if I wake April upon my hasty entry.

She half-opens her eyes and lifts her head to see me racing to the bathroom in the dark. "Harmony? Is that you?"

I don't respond as I open the door and close it. I try to keep my sobs soft, but it doesn't work as she knocks lightly against the door.

"Harmony? Harmony, are you okay?"

I purse my lips to muffle my cries while stripping my clothes off. I need a shower. Maybe the cold water will wash away the thoughts of Blaze and that girl and the fact that I ignorantly opened my legs for him. Maybe it'll knock some sense into me.

"Harmony, talk to me."

I get into the bathtub and switch the shower on, allowing the cold water to trickle down my back as I bury my face between my knees. The tears spill over at the corner of my eyes as I whimper softly.

"Harmony?" She knocks again.

"I am okay..!" The quiver in my voice betrays my words. "I... I just need a shower, that's all..."

"Oh... are you sure? Are you crying?"

"No...I am fine..."

"Oh alright, well don't stay too long, it's really late now...you could catch a cold."

I don't say anything, then a few seconds later, I hear her footsteps fade away from the door.

I cover my eyes and sob; the more tears that flow, the more thoughts that whirl around in my head. I painfully bite my lip to keep the noise in while the shower rains down on me.

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