Alekos
The water was scalding.
I didn't care.
I leaned my forehead against the tiles, letting the steam fog everything—including my thoughts.
Do you ever wish we were doing this for love?
God. That question.
And my answer.
I didn't even hesitate.
Didn't think.
Just yes.
Like my subconscious had been waiting for her to ask it since the day we signed that contract.
I banged my head against the shower wall once—softly. Just enough to feel it.
"Idiot," I muttered. "You absolute dumbass."
Why did I say it like that?
Why didn't I joke? Shrug? Pretend it didn't hit me like a freight train?
Because it did.
And worse?
I meant it.
I stepped out, hair dripping, heart hammering. Towel-dried fast, then pulled on a pair of sweatpants—no shirt, no boxers. No point.
I didn't forget the rule.
Odd day.
You know what to do.
I stared at myself in the mirror. Still damp. Still flushed. Still completely, irrevocably in love with my best friend.
Against better judgment, I took a sip of the Hennessy sitting on the dresser.
Just one. Just to calm the nerves.
Then—
knock knock
I froze.
Hand gripping the bottle tighter.
Selin.
I could tell by the knock—soft, hesitant, like she didn't want to be doing this either.
Or maybe she did, and that was the terrifying part.
I reached for a shirt.
Paused.
Didn't put it on.
No point pretending this was casual. It wasn't. Not with the steam still clinging to me, not with my hands already twitching like they knew what they'd be doing soon.
I adjusted my waistband.
No boxers underneath.
Because I remembered.
"It gives me the ick,"
she'd muttered once,
"when a guy strips down completely. Just… keep them on."
So I did.
Because she asked.
No layers. No fumbling. No sock-monster energy.
Just what she wanted.
Then she knocked again.
Softer this time.
Like she was nervous too.
I walked over, ran a hand through my hair, and opened the door.
And there she was.
Selin.
Dressed in one of her hoodies again—this one slightly oversized—paired with pale sleep shorts that should've been illegal. Her hair was damp at the ends, pulled back in a loose braid, her eyes wide and unreadable.
For a second, neither of us spoke.
The room behind me was dim.
Her face was bathed in the hallway light.
Her gaze flicked down—just once—and I swear her breath caught.
But she didn't say anything.
Neither did I.
We just stood there.
Waiting.
Trying to remember how we got here.
Trying not to remember how it felt last time.
I cleared my throat. "Hey."
"Hey," she echoed.
Silence again.
Then her fingers curled around the doorframe.
Nervous. Gentle.
"Can I come in?"
I didn't answer. Just stepped aside and held the door open, like I wasn't two seconds away from full emotional meltdown.
She passed by slowly. Brushed past me lightly.
And as she did, the scent of her shampoo hit me.
Soft. Clean. Familiar.
And the thought followed—sharp, unshakable, desperate:
Please don't let this be just for the baby.
Please let this be for us.
Selin
I walked in trying so hard to stay cool.
Calm.
Unbothered.
But then I saw him.
And—oh God.
No shirt.
Still damp.
Hair wet.
Sweatpants riding low.
And is he—
No boxers?
I tried not to look.
I really did.
But my eyes were traitors and my brain short-circuited.
He looked like a Greek god, someone carved from bronze and stupid decisions, and for a second, I actually forgot how to walk properly.
And then—
"Enjoying the view?"
His voice dropped low behind me. Teasing. Infuriating.
I whipped my head around like I hadn't just been mentally writing poetry about his torso. "What? No. Pfft. Relax."
He raised an eyebrow. Cocky.
Knowing.
The corner of his mouth curved.
And God help me I started fanning myself.
Literally. With my hand.
"What is it, hot in here?" I muttered, already regretting being born.
Alekos laughed, and it was the most annoyingly sexy sound I'd ever heard. "You're the one who said it gives you the ick. Guys going fully naked. You remember that?"
And that's when I slapped myself in the forehead.
"Oh my God," I groaned. "Why do I say things out loud?"
He was still laughing. Still infuriatingly smug. "Relax. It's not that deep." He reached for my hand and gently lowered it from my face. "If I looked like me, I'd fawn over me too."
I stared at him.
"I cannot believe you just said that out loud."
He grinned wider. "What? It's called self-love."
I rolled my eyes. "It's called narcissism."
"And yet," he tilted his head, "you still look like you're overheating."
I huffed. "Whatever. You fawn over me too."
The words just came out.
My soul left my body.
His eyes narrowed, that grin slowing to something more… curious. "What do you mean?"
Panic.
Abort mission.
"Nothing," I blurted. "Forget I said that."
"No, no," he said, stepping closer, eyes glinting with interest. "Tell me."
"It's nothing, really. Chill."
"Selin."
His voice dropped.
His hand wrapped around my wrist.
The next second I was in his lap, and he was looking up at me like I'd just handed him the moon.
"Tell me," he said again, softer this time. His breath was warm against my neck. "Please."
And then he kissed me.
Quick. Hot. Unfair.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't breathe.
His lips barely moved from mine when he whispered, "Tell me."
I stared at him. Frozen.
But my mouth?
Yeah. That thing didn't get the memo.
"You fawn over me."
His smile turned feral.
"Why would you say something like that?"
I don't know why I said that.
Maybe it was the heat.
Maybe it was the way he was looking at me—like I was the only girl in the world and also the one driving him insane.
Or maybe… maybe I just wanted to see what he'd do.
"I saw you."
He blinked, confused. "Huh?"
"That morning," I said, trying not to smirk. "After the first time."
He stiffened.
"I came to knock on your door for breakfast," I added. "And I saw you. In the bathroom."
Panic.
Straight-up panic flickered across his face.
I leaned in, smiling like the chaos-loving gremlin I was. "You were jerking off."
Alekos
No.
Nope.
My soul left my body.
My eyes widened. My breath caught.
My entire bloodstream turned to lava.
She couldn't have—
She did.
"And," she added, grinning, "you moaned my name."
I wanted to die.
Right there.
Just curl up, combust, and disintegrate into Hennessy vapor.
"Selin—what the actual hell—why would you—" My mouth couldn't form a coherent defense. "I wasn't—shit."
I tried to move her off my lap because this was too much, but she just crossed her arms and stayed put like this was a damn throne.
"It's not that deep," she said casually. "I just thought it was kinda hot."
I groaned into my hands.
Selin
God, he looked like he was suffering.
It was adorable.
"I mean," I continued, "you were into it. Like really into it. Head back, mouth open. Classic tortured Greek statue energy."
He muttered something that sounded like a prayer to all gods, old and new.
Then I hit him with the final blow.
"You said my name like it was sacred."
Alekos
Snap.
That was the moment.
The moment I lost it.
I pulled her against me and kissed her like I needed her to understand what she was doing to me. No hesitation. No mercy.
She melted into it. Like she wanted this. Like she knew what that confession would do to me.
My lips dragged down her jaw, her neck. She tilted her head, giving me space. Giving me her.
"Don't act like you didn't know what you were doing," I muttered against her skin. "You're a menace."
Selin
I felt drunk on his voice.
On the way he was unraveling, wild and desperate.
"And you love it," I breathed.
He groaned—deep and low, and I felt it in my spine.
Alekos
"I'm so in love with it," I whispered, kissing lower, slower, hungrier, "it's ruining me."
But the truth was—
I wasn't just talking about her teasing.
I wasn't talking about lust.
Or the tension.
Or her being a pain in the ass.
I was talking about her.
Selin.
And the terrifying, beautiful, inevitable fall I couldn't stop.
Selin
His words undid me.
"I'm so in love with it."
But it wasn't just it.
It was me.
I knew it.
And still, I pretended I didn't.
Because if I acknowledged it—really acknowledged it—it would make this real. And real meant terrifying.
But right now?
Right now, I didn't care.
Not when his mouth was on my neck, trailing heat down to the edge of my hoodie.
Not when I could feel the way he was holding back—barely. Like his restraint was made of glass, ready to shatter.
"Then ruin me back," I whispered, tugging gently at his hair.
That did it.
Alekos
I lost control.
Fully. Gloriously. Shamelessly.
She didn't flinch.
Didn't laugh it off.
Didn't move away.
She invited it.
My hands found the backs of her thighs, lifting her just enough to press her tighter against me. The heat of her soaked right through the thin fabric of her shorts, and I felt her breath hitch.
Still think this is "not that deep," Selin?
I buried my face in her neck, kissing her hard, dragging my mouth down her collarbone—and when she arched into me, her chest brushing my lips—
I nearly lost control.
I crushed my mouth to hers again.
There was nothing soft about it now—no teasing, no playful nipping. Just heat. Hunger. The kind that burned down to bone.
Her hoodie bunched in my hands as I slid it up her waist, fingertips brushing the bare skin underneath. She arched into me, hips rolling slightly, and I swear I blacked out for a second.
Selin
God. The way he touched me—
Like he'd been starving.
I tasted it when he kissed me again.
The Hennessy.
That dark, amber sweetness still on his tongue, laced with something wilder. Smoky. Dangerous. Like him.
It hit me like a shot to the spine.
He tasted like sin. Like secrets. Like everything I wasn't supposed to want but craved anyway.
I moaned into his mouth before I even meant to.
He grinned against my lips, and the bastard knew what he was doing.
"Kinda like the taste?" he muttered, voice low and smug.
"I hate you," I gasped.
"Liar."
And then he kissed me again.
Harder.
Alekos
I pulled her hoodie off and tossed it aside. My hands splayed across her waist, her ribs, her chest—mapping her like I needed her memorized. My mouth followed, dragging lower, and when she whimpered, I swore I could've shattered.
"You're unreal," I whispered, breath ragged. "You don't even know."
She rolled her hips against me, and everything in me broke.
She was so warm, so soft, and I couldn't take it slow anymore.
Not when she reached down, guiding me to her.
Not when I felt how ready she was.
No barriers.
No hesitation.
Just us.
When she slid down onto me, my entire body stilled.
"Fuck," I breathed against her skin. "You feel—Selin—"
I couldn't finish the sentence. I was gone.
Selin
His head dropped onto my shoulder as I moved—slow at first, adjusting to the stretch, to the weight, to him.
His breath came in short, broken gasps, and I kissed his cheek, his jaw, the edge of his ear.
His Hennessy-warm breath fanned across my collarbone, his hands gripping my hips like he couldn't believe I was real.
"You okay?" I whispered.
He looked up at me—eyes half-lidded, dazed.
"I'm so fucking in love with you right now," he rasped, "it hurts."
And then his mouth was on mine again.
Still tasting like liquor.
Still burning like fire.
And this time, when we moved, it wasn't messy or clumsy.
It was deliberate.
He fucked me like he meant it.
Like he'd been dreaming about this for years.
Like he needed me to feel it.
To remember it.
Every thrust, every kiss, every whispered curse tasted like Hennessy and truth.
And as I came undone around him, dragging him with me—his name breaking from my lips—
I realized something that terrified me more than anything.
This wasn't just lust.
Or comfort.
Or obligation.
This was love.
And I'd already fallen.
I wanted to tease him.
To get the upper hand.
But he kissed me like he knew exactly what I'd done—and how it would end.
And when I tasted the faint burn of Hennessy on his tongue?
Game over.
It was sweet and smoky, fire and ruin, and I wanted more.
He pulled me closer, hands already under my thighs, like he couldn't decide whether to pin me down or let me take him apart.
So I made the choice for both of us.
Then I reached between us, slow and certain, and guided him to me.
His breath caught.
His hands tightened on my waist.
And then I sank down onto him.
Alekos
I saw stars.
She rode me.
Just—no hesitation. No teasing.
She took her time sliding down, slow and agonizing, her head tipped back, mouth parted.
And I swear I saw God.
"Fuck," I choked, gripping her hips like I was about to fall off the edge of the world. "Selin—"
She rocked forward, and my body jolted.
Every nerve ending was on fire. My brain shorted out. All I could do was watch her—chest rising and falling, hair sticking to her face, thighs clenching around me.
"I can't think," I whispered.
"Good," she breathed. "Don't."
Selin
He felt too good.
Big, thick, deep.
And the way he filled me—God—it was overwhelming in the best possible way. Every roll of my hips dragged a ragged sound out of him. Every bounce, every grind, made his grip on me tighten like he was barely holding it together.
I leaned in, lips brushing his. "Still think I'm a menace?"
His eyes were wild. "You're hell."
Then he kissed me.
Again.
Hot and sloppy.
Teeth and tongue.
Still tasting like Hennessy and something so painfully Alekos.
And I couldn't stop.
I rode him harder.
Faster.
His hands slid up my back, one anchoring at the base of my neck, the other splayed across my ass, guiding me into him like he wanted to memorize every move, every sound I made.
I was already a mess—hips moving, thighs trembling, every drag of him inside me pushing me closer to a second orgasm I didn't know I had in me.
But I needed to push him.
Just a little more.
My eyes flicked to the table.
The half-drunk bottle of Hennessy sat there like a dare.
So I reached for it.
Alekos's eyes tracked my hand, confusion flickering—then dawning horror.
"You're not—"
I smirked, grabbed the bottle, and took a slow, deliberate sip.
Alekos
She took a drink.
While riding me.
She. Took. A. Fucking. Drink.
My brain exploded.
I saw red—hot, dizzying, addictive red.
"You little devil," I growled, surging forward.
I barely let her swallow before my mouth was on her chest—biting, kissing, worshipping the same places I marked two nights ago. I felt her body jerk, her thighs clench tighter around me.
Her head fell back as I dragged my tongue over her nipple, sucked hard, then bit lightly—right where she'd begged me not to leave marks before.
It's too late now.
She moaned my name.
Not the whole thing.
Just—
"Ale…"
And I lost it.
Selin
"Ale," I gasped again, fingers tangled in his damp curls, gripping like I was going to fall apart.
His mouth was everywhere.
Kissing. Sucking. Biting.
He made a mess of me.
The moment I said his name like that—short, breathy, intimate—he went berserk. Like he needed to devour every part of me again.
"Say it again," he rasped against my chest.
"Ale—oh God—Ale…"
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me harder, deeper.
My body trembled. I was already so close again, and he knew it. He felt it.
Alekos
She kept moaning my name, and I couldn't stop.
I couldn't think.
I kissed down her breasts, across her ribs, back to her collarbone, biting the skin I'd already claimed two days ago—this time deeper. Harder.
"I'm not letting anyone else touch you," I muttered against her skin. "Ever."
She was trembling, falling apart in my arms, head tilted back as her rhythm stuttered into wild, frantic thrusts.
I gripped her hips tighter.
Helped her ride me through it.
Our sweat slicked between us. Her moans grew broken, high, needy.
"You're mine," I said again, lips pressed between her breasts.
"You—Ale—I—"
Her voice cracked and she clenched around me.
Selin
I came undone on top of him, body shaking, chest pressed to his, his name tumbling from my lips like a secret I'd been holding for too long.
His grip stayed firm, guiding me rhythmically, hungrily, up and down, until I couldn't breathe from the way he needed me.
Not until I pulled him tighter, whispered, "Let go of me, Ale"
And he did.
Hard.
Buried deep. Hands bruising my waist. Face in my neck. One last broken groan that made my entire body ache.
Alekos
Afterward, we just breathed.
Tangled. Slick.
Her still in my lap, forehead pressed to mine.
She hadn't moved.
Neither had I.
The air smelled like sex, sweat, and her shampoo.
And my mouth still burned from the taste of her—and the last ghost of Hennessy between our lips.
"Selin," I said quietly, still breathless.
"Hmm?"
"I love you"
Her breath caught.
And neither of us laughed this time.