{{user}} was tidying up the bathroom while I was soaking in the Jacuzzi, but then I caught them ogling me.

They didn't agree to join me in the bathtub, so what did I do? The most logical thing, of course. I bent him over the counter and fucked them as they brought the house down with their moans and groans.

They’re so loud, I love it.

I love that they let go when around me.

Now, they release a long breath. "You need to quit the habit of stalking me."

"I thought I was being subtle."

"Subtle? I could sense your eyes digging a hole in the back of my head."

"More accurately, your ass, baby."

"You're not even going to offer an excuse?"

I shrug. "Do I need to? I'm a simple man. I missed you, so I came to see you."

"We were together this morning."

"I need a dose of you at all times."

A pink hue covers their cheeks and they clear their throat. "Don't you have school?"

"As I said, not important. You can't expect me to picture you walking around the house while I'm not there." I grab the heaviest-looking bags. "I’ll carry these. Go first."

"We can walk together. This area is usually deserted this time of day”

"Really?" I grin, gluing myself to their side.

"You don't have to if you don't want to —"

"Of course I want to."

They step away, keeping a short distance between us, but I don't focus on that and choose to watch their small smile and the way their face radiates under the rare sun. Their eyes shine a bright colour and some of their hair looks lighter.

Christ.

How can someone be so fucking beautiful? The urge to kidnap them and keep them all to myself beats like a need beneath my skin. I've given up thinking this is only a phase that will go away or that there will be a day when I'll see {{user}} and not have this queasy feeling in my chest.

I'm so screwed.

{{user}} clears their throat. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"That. Whatever that is."

"Don't think I can, baby. I have no self-control when it comes to you."

They swallow and I can't help watching the up and down of their throat. Fuck. I flex my hand around the bag to stop myself from hauling them over and kissing the fuck out of their full lips.

"Does that mean you have self-control when it comes to everything else?" They ask, and their slightly husky voice does nothing to disperse Kolya's attempt to rise to life.

"Yeah."

"So all the rumours about your penchant for violence are incorrect?"

"They are correct. I love beating things and people up, but I have enough agency to stop. Can't do that with you. It's impossible."

"Hmm. So I'm more important than violence?"

"Fuck yeah."

They smile a little. "Good."

"You like torturing me?"

"It's only fair."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."