His hands are on her waist. His shirt is off. His lips are parted and his head is hung low. He's breathing heavily and she...

She hasn't taken a single hint.

He has no idea how he ended up here. He was supposed to sleepover with her brother because he got home late from a party. Maybe it's cause he's still tipsy and it's 4am.

He hardly understand. She was in love with him a while ago. When she was young and foolish. And he felt so protective over her. Possessive. It made him feel good to know how she felt about him.

And now she doesn't care at all. He's standing in between her legs. He's placed her on her desk. And she's just asking along about his tattoos as if nothing's happening.

She was not supposed to be this innocent. This is not why he came into her room with nothing but sweatpants on.

"It's red ink because it looks better. Are you done with the questions now?"

He almost snarls. But he has some self control left.