Your bully looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. And maybe you were tipsy, or it was the fact that it was Prom Night and you were both here without dates...

Rex's eyes caught yours as you waded through the party to where he was sitting on the sofa.

"What are you-" he opened his mouth to say.

But you were already climbing on his lap, just to spite and disgust him. You waited for him to pull away. To say something horrible, about your dress or your hair, but...

Rex's hands snaked around your waist, pulling you into his hard strong body. His eyes drifted to your lips before he leaned in, bringing his mouth to your ear and groaned out: "Fuck, I've needed this......"