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a turret on the front giving it a castle-like appearance.
    We were at the front door, walking inside. Walking inside? I wanted to turn around and leave, but I couldn’t remember why. It was okay to be here. I was okay where ever Bronx was. We stood in a dark room, darker than the night outside. My eyes struggled to focus, but I couldn’t see anything. Bronx pulled my hand. I followed. I relaxed inside his embrace. He squeezed me—gently, reassuringly.
    My knees brushed against a soft, squishy fabric. There was a chair or sofa in front of me. “Please have a seat,” he said, voice soft and inviting. “Would you like a drink?” He leaned across me, tapping something so a light flashed on, faint and mellow. My eyes flicked back and forth, focusing on the area around me. There was a dark brown sofa next to a small table. The light was coming from a lamp on that table.
    “Sure,” I said. I sat down as instructed. Bronx turned abruptly and left.
    I looked around everywhere. A couple feet in front of me was a table, most likely a coffee table, and there was an expensive-looking oriental area rug on the floor showing off gray and red floral shapes. I couldn’t see beyond that—the light wasn’t bright enough. I turned around; there was nothing behind me, just the floor, maybe some type of wood. It led to another room, but it was black and dark.
    “Abigail.”
    I gasped, turned back around. Bronx was there. I got excited. As he came closer, my heart beat faster. I could feel it in my throat. My head felt swollen, heavy on my shoulders. I leaned back against the sofa, sinking deeper into it. The cushions eased me in, cradling my body and inviting me to rest more comfortably. Butterflies took flight inside my stomach; they were restless, flying all over.
    He sat down beside me. My body leaned toward him. Getting up would not be easy when the time came.
    “I hope water is okay, I did not realize I was out of everything else.” His voice was like a song.
    He scooted closer. I slid down, my body pressed to his.
    His face lowered toward mine. Almost touching, close, so close. Then he was there, lips on my cheek, kissing me—gentle, soft baby kisses. My body froze. I swallowed hard. His lips trailed over to my lips. He pressed softly against them. I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut. Then, instead of getting up and running for my life, I kissed him back. I threw my arms around his neck and kept kissing him, each one more passionate, harder than the last. In the heat of the moment he dropped the glass. I heard it thump on the rug before spilling water everywhere. Bronx embraced me so tightly that I could hardly breathe anymore, let alone worry about the glass. I desperately sucked at the air around his lips. He rubbed his hands up and down my back, massaging it aggressively. His kisses grew more urgent and sloppy. I moved my hands from his neck up to his hair and grabbed big handfuls of it, lightly pulling and tugging. Then he slowly moved away from my lips. I gasped, catching my breath. My body was too hot. My heart hammered in a rush.
    His fingers caressed my cheeks, and his lips slid down my neck. He began kissing and sucking, wetly and sloppily. “I have wanted you for so long,” he growled. His chest rippled. I let go of his hair and grabbed his chest, inching my fingers toward the buttons. He sucked harder, pulling me closer. I felt so good. My insides were about to explode. I struggled with the buttons on his shirt, couldn’t get them off. I tugged and pulled, and finally the top two buttons gave way. My fingers traced his skin to the next awaiting button.
    His body tensed. A deep groan rolled off his throat. It sounded more like a growl. He bit down into my neck. His teeth were sharp, puncturing the skin. My body flinched. I tried to pull away but he held me too tight—I couldn’t move, couldn’t budge. I was in pain, but I was so scared I barely felt anything. Adrenaline raced through my veins like water