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Demitra's pov

Aurora was in my room.

She still wore the T-shirt and sweats I lent her. Except now her back was pressed against my headboard, her legs crossed on top of my bed.

And her eyes were watching me like a hawk, but they weren't wide or nervous anymore. They were just staring.

I stood at the foot of my bed, staring back. Her eyes making every cell on my body tingle, making my heartbeat drown out the faint hum of the AC.

It was then that I realized it was dark in my bedroom. And I could barely make out the outline of her body, as she slowly pranced off my bed and came towards me. There was a pull between us. An intoxicating, unbearable pull. And by that devilish smile, I knew she was drowning in it too.

Aurora was in front me now. The very nearness of her presence was enough to get me going like that. I was hyper aware of everything. And slowly, her fingers grabbed a curl of my hair, twirling it over.

"Come on, Demi." She whispered breathily. The heat from her voice flushing my skin a tinge pink. I was so caught up in her touch, her voice, just her. I could feel the power she held over me radiating off her, in a wave of confidence, sureness. And I hated it. I hated the way I could feel my control slipping away, just out of my grasp. So I grabbed a handful of her T-shirt, bundling it between my fingers, and I flipped us around.

Her back pressed into the wall, but she didn't seem fazed at all. She was looking at me with a carnal desire, a hunger that was as deep as any other instinct. And I bathed in her gaze, I felt my body getting increasingly worked up, knowing I affected her the same way she affected me.

She tilted her head, her whole body an image of playfulness. "What are you waiting for?" Her pink lips got even closer to my own. "What are you scared of, Demi?"

I don't know what I was scared of, in that moment, in the heat of our bodies, I'm not sure if I was scared of anything. I was just achingly, unbearably attracted to the girl in front of me.

I let my hands roam over her, and they immediately tangled into her hair. Where I'd imagined them being countless times. I pulled at her scalp, seeing my fingers disappear into her brown strands, and something in me was hooked on this tiny, indescribable power I held over her then and there.

I yanked her head towards me. Our faces were centimeters apart, and I ran my eyes over every feature, every detail in her face the dark blessed me with.

And in the safety of the dark, I let myself fall into the more animalistic side.

I shoved her lips into mine, the light that had been lit deep within my core practically exploding. Sparks went flying everywhere Auroras skin came into contact with mine.

Her mouth was soft and hot and wet against mine. Her lips part, and she exhales into me, as if I'm taking something from her.

We couldn't get closer if we tried. We were both a messy frenzy pressed into one against the wall. And I wanted more, I needed more, until Aurora wasn't even Aurora anymore. Until she didn't pull everyone in, until she wasn't the life of the party, I wanted every part of her until she was just a messed up, ruined mind, the way I felt anytime she came around.

"Demi" I swear I heard a voice in the far distance say. But Aurora fisted my hair, trailing her teeth down to my neck, every millimeter touched about to burn off.

She bit down hard, tongue immediately sweeping in over the spot on my neck. Right at the bottom, a little towards the right.

There was the voice again, but louder. "Demi!"

I shifted my weight, an arm coming up next to Auroras head as I leaned in, biting down on her neck. Harder than she did mine. And lightly, quietly, she moaned into the buzzing bedroom air.

Every part of me grew ridged, desire taking over my whole body. Every action, every thought, every instinct.

But her lips frowned against my head.

"You always wake up before the good part." She whispered.

"Demi!!!!!" Eliana tramples into my bedroom, busting open my door and jolting me awake.

I sit up panicked, there's sticky sweat coating my entire body, tangled up in a mess of blankets. My core is tightened, the spot between my legs..

"We're filming our YouTube video!" Eli says, leaning against my door. Sunday comes barging in too. "Since when did you become a late sleeper?"

I groan and get out of bed. But I can still feel hands on me, heat spreading through me.

Walking down the hallway with my sisters, I pause in front of a mirror. Running my hand down the side of my neck, and making sure there's no mark.

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