Eva watched the car until it was out of sight, then turned around only to bump into Ezra. She knew he had planned this-Cyrus taking Selena out of camp so Ezra could do whatever he wanted with her.
“Hi,” he said, smiling at her, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Hey,” she replied, her tone cautious but steady.
“So… uhm… you said we could talk,” he began, shifting his weight nervously. She nodded, keeping her gaze on him.
“Let’s go to my tent and talk, nothing physical, I promise,” he suggested, trying to sound sincere. She shook her head, her expression skeptical.
“Let’s just go over there and talk,” she said, pointing to a more isolated spot near the edge of the camp. He nodded, and they both walked towards the area she had indicated.
Once they reached the secluded spot, she crossed her arms, staring at him expectantly. He sighed, stepping closer, his demeanor shifting to one of earnestness.
“I fucked up, and I am sorry,” he said, his voice soft and filled with regret.
“You’ve said that multiple times,” she replied, her voice flat, revealing her skepticism.
“I know… but I know it won’t be enough. I messed up really badly, and I want to make it up to you,” he continued, desperation creeping into his voice. She nodded slightly, gesturing for him to continue.
“When we get back, can I take you to dinner, like a date?” he asked, hoping to make amends. She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.
“Wow… I’m too broke to get my own food. How are you making it up to me with that?” she asked sarcastically, her arms still crossed. He looked at her, puzzled, realizing his romantic gesture had fallen flat.
“Oh… uhm…”
“Do you want to fuck me or what?” she asked bluntly, catching him off guard. His eyes widened in surprise.
“What? No, I mean yeah, I do, but I want to make it up to you for breaking your heart,” he stammered, trying to regain his composure. She scoffed, her expression hardening.
“Stop acting like you like me or something. You want to fuck me, and I know it. And guess what? I also want to fuck you too,” she said, her voice cool and matter-of-fact. He gasped, taken aback by her straightforwardness.
“Wow,” he murmured, feeling a mixture of excitement and confusion. Did she just want to sleep with him and nothing more?
“Your tent, right?” she asked, but he just looked at her, still processing her words.
“Okay… I’ll just go sleep,” she said, turning to leave when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, pressing his lips to hers.
She stood there in shock for a moment, feeling the warmth of his lips, but then quickly pulled away from the kiss.
“No kisses,” she said firmly, walking towards his tent. She felt that kissing conveyed emotions she wasn’t ready to share with Ezra. She didn’t want to complicate things by letting feelings get involved. She wanted to keep things purely physical, and kissing was too intimate.
SELENA
I stared at him with so much annoyance. He was a guy, but still, he knew nothing about repairing cars. The frustration of being stuck with him in this situation was bubbling up inside me.
“Just call my brother to come get us,” I said, my voice tinged with irritation. He looked at me for a moment before pulling out his phone.
He tried calling Ezra, but the phone rang multiple times without an answer. What the hell was he doing? And why the hell didn’t I bring my phone? This place was so isolated, and it was already getting dark. The creeping shadows of the encroaching night added a layer of anxiety to our predicament. Walking back to the camp wasn’t an option; we were too far away.
“What are we gonna do?” I asked, looking at Cyrus, my voice a mix of panic and frustration.
“I say we just relax and wait for any car to pass by,” he suggested, trying to sound calm and collected.
Relax? With him? He didn’t understand how uncomfortable this was for me. He was… a disease.
“Uhm… this place is fucking scary, and there’s no way I’m relaxing here,” I retorted, my voice rising.
“Then walk away. Walk to the camp if you can do that,” he snapped, his patience wearing thin.
I fell silent, taken aback by his sharp tone. “Aren’t I stuck with you too? Do you think I want to be here?” he asked, his frustration mirroring mine.
“You’ve been complaining like it’s my fault that we’re stuck here. I’m stuck too, so just calm your ass down and get into the car. Let’s figure out what to do,” he said, walking towards the back seat and getting in, his movements jerky with irritation.
I stood there, looking at the car, my mind swirling with memories I’d rather forget. Getting into the back seat with him was like opening a wound that had barely begun to heal. Memories of our past, raw and painful, surfaced, making my chest tighten.
Finally, I took a deep breath and walked to the car. As I opened the door and slid into the back seat, I could feel the tension between us thickening the air. I avoided his gaze, staring out the window instead, the darkness outside mirroring the turmoil inside me.
The silence was heavy, only our breathing could be heard. The tension was palpable, each second stretching out uncomfortably.
“Can you call Ezra again?” I asked, breaking the silence. Cyrus looked at me, then pulled out his phone.
Ezra’s phone rang again, but still, no reply. Frustration bubbled inside me. Why wasn’t he answering? Then it hit me-I had other brothers.
“Call Grey,” I said, a glimmer of hope in my voice.
Cyrus called Grey, and on the second ring, Grey answered.
“Grey!” I exclaimed as soon as Cyrus handed me the phone.
“Where the hell are both of you?” Grey asked, his tone filled with concern.
“We’re in some isolated area. My car broke down,” I explained, feeling a bit relieved to hear his voice.
“Seriously? I’ll tell Ezra so we can come pick you both up,” he said. I heard muffled voices in the background as he relayed the message.
“Uhm… Lena, it’s late. You both should just look for a hotel,” Grey finally said, his tone apologetic.
What? Didn’t he just say they would come pick us up?
“How are we gonna-” Before I could finish my sentence, the call was cut off. I stared at the phone, then turned to Cyrus, who was watching me intently.
“How are we gonna get to a hotel? I mean, we’re in the middle of nowhere… oh lord,” I sighed deeply, frustration and anxiety mixing in my voice.
“It seems we have no choice but to sleep here,” he said, looking around. The place really did look eerie, especially as the darkness settled in.
We had no other option but to sleep in the car. I got out and went to the trunk to get some blankets I had stashed there.
“Here,” I said, handing him a blanket.
“Thanks,” he replied, taking it from me.
I locked the doors before lying back on the seat. It was uncomfortable, but I had no choice. The silence returned, thick and oppressive. Neither of us spoke, the only sound was our breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as we adjusted ourselves.
Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, exhaustion overcoming the discomfort. But sometime later, I woke up feeling something hard pressing against my backside. It was dark, but I could tell that Cyrus and I had somehow ended up cuddling. And he was having an erection.
I gasped quietly, trying to disentangle myself from his grip, but he was holding on tightly. I pushed against him, trying to create some distance.
“You know what you did, right?” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
“What?” I mumbled, feigning ignorance, my heart pounding.
“You kept pushing your ass closer to my dick,” he said, his breath warm against my ear.
“Sorry,” I said, sitting up quickly. He adjusted himself, using the blanket to cover his obvious arousal.
“No problem,” he replied, resting his head back against the seat, his expression hidden in the darkness.
I leaned back too, but sleep was now elusive. The awkwardness of the situation hung heavy in the air, and I stared at the ceiling of the car, willing the night to pass quickly.
Cyrus sighed, breaking the silence. “So, how’s your toy doing?” he asked, his voice laced with a teasing tone.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Marco is not my toy,” I retorted sharply, feeling a surge of annoyance.
He chuckled softly, the sound irritatingly confident. “Marco’s just gonna play with your heart like I did,” he said, his words cutting through the darkness. The casual cruelty in his voice made my blood boil.
His words hit me harder than I expected, a painful reminder of my vulnerability. My eyes filled with tears, the emotional dam I had built up starting to crack. I couldn’t understand why his words affected me so deeply, but they did. I looked at him, my vision blurred with tears.
Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the confined space of the car, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.
Cyrus’s head snapped to the side, and he stayed still for a moment, stunned by my reaction. When he turned back to face me, his eyes were dark and unreadable. The silence between us was heavy with unspoken words, anger, and hurt.
“Why do you always have to be such an asshole?” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.
He rubbed his cheek, his expression softening slightly.
“You’re proud that you broke my heart, right? You fucked the virgin, right? Go tell everybody that you broke my heart because I liked you so much. I liked you like a fool that I was,” I said, my hands waving dramatically as I poured out my anger and hurt.
Cyrus became very quiet, his usual bravado gone. He just stared at me, his eyes reflecting a mix of guilt and regret. The silence between us grew heavier, the weight of my words hanging in the air.
I kept talking, the words spilling out of me like a flood. “I trusted you, Cyrus. I thought you were different. But you just used me and tossed me aside like I was nothing.”
He finally faced me, his expression softened with remorse. “Selena,” he started, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before he could say more, he reached out to hug me, but I wasn’t ready to forgive him or whatever. I hit his chest multiple times, my fists pounding against him as my tears flowed freely. “You broke my heart!” I cried, each word punctuated by a hit.
Despite my attempts to push him away, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. His embrace was firm yet gentle, and he began to pat my back as I cried into his chest. Slowly, the resistance drained out of me, and I let myself lean into him, my sobs wracking my body.
He kissed the top of my head softly, his lips lingering in my hair. “I’m so sorry for bringing that up,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine regret. “What you gave me… it was a gift. I didn’t realize it then, but I do now. I’m sorry, Selena.”
His words, combined with his tender touch, began to soothe the ache in my heart. I continued to cry, but the anger started to ebb away, replaced by a fragile sense of acceptance. We stayed like that for a while, the darkness around us feeling a little less oppressive as we held onto each other.
I then withdrew from the hug, his gaze never leaving mine. His eyes were intense, filled with a mix of regret and longing. He moved closer, and before I could process what was happening, his lips touched mine.
The kiss was gentle, soft, and filled with a tenderness that caught me off guard. It felt so different, so good, and a part of me had missed this feeling.
But then Marco’s face flashed in my mind…
I pulled away from the kiss, placing my hands on his chest, trying to create some distance. “No… we can’t,” I said, my voice trembling with uncertainty and confusion.
He looked at me, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of remorse and longing. “I… I just want to make you feel better,” he whispered, his hand gently touching my cheek. His touch was warm, almost comforting, as he leaned in closer.
My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I knew I was going to regret this in the morning, but in this moment, with the night surrounding us and the past lingering between us, it felt like a small escape from the pain.
There’s nothing wrong with enjoying this moment, right?
His lips found mine again, this time with a bit more urgency. The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling in the confined space of the car. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel his heartbeat quicken. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.
He gently laid me back against the seat, his kisses trailing down my neck, sending shivers through my body. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the thoughts of regret and just be present in the moment. His hands were soft but firm, exploring with a familiarity that was both comforting and stirring.
Every touch, every kiss, was a mix of old memories and new sensations. There was a sweetness to it, a kind of unspoken apology wrapped in every caress. I felt a tear escape my closed eyelids, and he paused, wiping it away with his thumb.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered against my skin, his breath warm and shaky. “I know I don’t deserve this… but I can’t stop wanting to make it right.”
His words broke something inside me, and I felt a surge of emotions welling up. I pulled him closer, needing the closeness, needing the distraction from the pain. We moved together in the cramped space, a desperate dance of need and regret.
It’s just a one time thing right?.
TBC