“Glad to know the horror that you would think if I was, though,” he said, still laughing.

“No, I just… Honestly, I’m not sure what to expect right now.”

“Expect? Do you think I am planning a sneak attack or something? We are watching a movie and going to bed. You can sleep here or on the couch. Both are reasonably comfortable.”

“But that’s the only reason you invited me over? To sleep?”

“You keep saying these things and it’s making me wonder if you want me to try to sleep with you. I told you, it was less awkward than dropping you off half drunk to your dad. Although, now that I say it that way, that would be a funnier plan. His face if me, of all people, brought you to the door drunk. What a missed opportunity.”

“That would be the farthest thing from funny. Somehow, I would be grounded again, even if it is legal for me to drink,” I said, as he landed on a scary movie. “No, no chance that I’m watching that. I’ll be terrified.”

“It’s hardly a scary movie. It’s one of the lesser scary movies, and you will have me here all night. I won’t let any monsters get to you.”

“If I get scared, I’m turning it off.”

“Fine.” He clicked play, putting us in darkness for seconds before opening right to a scary scene.

“Kye,” I groaned, rolling into him, burying my head into the pillow.

“Daze,” he said, mocking my tone.

“So we are literally watching a scary movie and going to sleep? You aren’t making any move on me?”

“You seem to really think this is all me manipulating you to sleep together? I don’t want to sleep with you, Daisy.”

“Ouch,” I said, shrinking back into the blankets.

He groaned. “I just mean that I wasn’t trying to get you over here to fuck you. I just thought we would sleep. You don’t have to feel like this is a game or trick or something.”

I stayed snuggled back in the pillows, pulling the blanket higher up on my chest.

“Wow. You know, if you had told me two weeks ago that Kye likes to cuddle and sleep and not try to have sex with the half-naked girl in his bed, I would have bet everything that you were lying. This is the weirdest night of my life. You are the weirdest man I’ve ever met. ”

“Funny enough, I have never cuddled and I rarely, if I ever at all, have half-naked girls in my bed, so two weeks ago, you would have been correct. And really, I gotta keep you on your toes.”

“It’s working. And what does all that mean? You don’t have girls over?”

“Nothing. We can talk about it later.”

We laid like that for another twenty minutes, Kye seeming very content with our position and the movie because he still hadn’t made a move on me.

And it wasn’t fair that it was turning me on more. The voice in my head screamed at him to touch me. My body felt like a magnet, a constant buzzing demanding that I touch him.

I finally couldn’t hold it back.

“Are you really not going to touch me at all?”

“You…want me to?” He seemed so surprised, and I wasn’t sure why. How was this not a standard night for him? I pictured him as a womanizer, and now here he was, acting like me wanting more was a surprise.

“I mean, yeah?”

He was laughing now. “Does this mean you’re making a move on me?”

“No,” I said. “I mean, I just wanted you to make a move on me.”

“And you’re entitled to get everything you want?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it still.”

“We’re not sleeping together.”

“But does that mean everything is off the table, then?”

“I guess I didn’t think that far ahead. I didn’t think you would be expecting anything else.”

“I honestly don’t see what the issue is if we sleep together.”

“The issue is that would make a bigger mess of this fake dating thing,” he said, rolling to face me more.

“How? I can handle sleeping together and still fake date.”

He rolled his eyes, but he still reached out, his hand only an inch from my arm now. “I can tell you that we sure as hell aren’t making this decision when you’ve had alcohol and you’re all horny.”

I grabbed his hand, setting it on my hip, and closing my eyes. It was somehow everything I needed while making the need for him worse. He might be somewhat right because I was a little drunk and horny.

“No sex, Daze,” he murmured.

“Fine,” I growled, laying back. “Does that mean everything is completely off the table?”

“Are you trying to ask me nicely to get you off?” he asked, the confusion genuine.

“Yes, please,” I begged. “I’ve been staring at you for days, wondering why you weren’t ripping my clothes off and wanting to rip yours off. I’ll take anything at this point.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked me over. “What do you want me to do, exactly?” His hand moved from my hip, the light touch of his fingers moving over my stomach and thighs. I shivered, but the gentle movement wasn’t enough.

“Keep going,” I whispered. His hand hesitated, and I grabbed it, pulling it further between my thighs.

He took over, running down until he ran along my wetness, and I arched into him. He groaned, moving over me again.

“Do you want me to get you off?” I asked, trying to sound sweeter.

“No. I want you to lie here, not touch me, and you get off,” he said. He was near me, but he wasn’t against me, the few inches still between us feeling like we were still too far from each other. His hand pressed between my legs, his fingers pushing against me slightly.

He kicked back the blankets and moved over top of me. Two strong arms caged me in, the dark shadows casting over him, turning him back into the Kye that I didn’t know. The one that was scary and dangerous and unpredictable.

I gasped again as he shifted his body and pushed his fingers into me with one hard thrust. “I like you over top of me. I feel like I have a wild animal over me, ready to do my bidding and make me cum,” I said, smiling now.

“And you like that control? You want me on a leash?”