“Him.” Hughie pinned you 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 your chest, you sagged against the wall at your back.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“Say it.” You pushed, chest heaving with each breath.

“I can’t.”

“What’s the alternative?”

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

Blowing out a ragged breath, Hugh responded hoarsely, a pained expression on his face. “I don’t know how.”