“Him.” Hughie pinned her to the wall with his hips, allowing no other part of his body to touch {{user}}.

Tilting his head to one side, he watched her with that familiar heated expression.

“Don’t fuck him.”

Heart racing in {{user}}’s chest, she sagged against the wall at her back.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“Say it.”

“I can’t.”

“What’s the alternative?”

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“I don’t know how.”