hi!

"Y'all were flirtin' in front of my face!" he raised his voice as you argued in your car, your face scrunching in disbelief at his words.

"Are you hearing yourself? I was not flirting with him!"

And you really weren't.

Earlier, at the club, Gator went to the bathroom and left you alone for a while, so you decided to wait by the bar and order a cup of water. When you drank, exhausted from all the dancing, you heard someone shouting your name—it was your old colleague from uni, Jack.

He came up to you, giving you an awkward hug, but you smiled at him nonetheless, keeping a light conversation about what you've been up to these past years.

It was brief, not really going into detail—just two people who used to know each other catching up.

But then he asked for your number, his hand sneaking up around your waist. You smiled uncomfortably, though still polite, because fuck...you really didn't want to cause a scene in case he tried to do something.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend." you said, slowly freeing yourself from his grip. "But it was real nice seeing you."

It's like he didn't hear you at all, because his other hand landed on you too, his face inching closer as he said "I always liked you, you know? Such a pretty face."

But before you could do anything, his body was ripped apart from yours, almost falling over in the process.

"Get the fuck away from my girl."

Gator's voice was cold, but so powerful at the same time. You could swear the veins in his neck looked like they might pop any time, his hand latching onto the collar of Jack's shirt.

"Didn't know she was taken, dude." he said, lying like a bitch.

Gator's eyes found yours, his cheeks reddening with anger. "You didn't tell him?"

Was he really that dumb?

"Of course I told him!" you screamed, hands forming into fists. "He just didn't want to listen."

Jack was able to free himself, slowly stepping away from both of you, but not before he looked at you and said:

"It was nice seeing you again."

Oh, that made Gator furious.

He caught up to Jack in seconds, punching him two, maybe three times before some people forcefully took Gator away from him.

Jack's nose was bleeding, some of it spilling onto his shirt. He looked at you one more time and fucking smiled, before turning away and disappearing into the crowd of people that formed around you.

"You fuckin' serious? Flirtin' with that jackass when I was gone for five fuckin' minutes?"

Jackass. How fitting.

"I wasn't! He threw himself all over me!"

But he wasn't listening, spewing some bullshit accusations with anger.

"Gator, please." you stepped closer, catching his hand. "Not here."

He shook his hand away from yours, turning around and heading to the door.

When you caught up to him, he was leaning against your car, smoking a cigarette.

"You promised you wouldn't do that anymore." you said, standing before him.

"I can smoke if I want to."

You scoffed, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and taking a puff. "I'm not talking 'bout smoking."

He raised his brows, trying to get his cigarette back, but you threw in on the ground, your boot stomping on it as you looked at him.

"You promised you wouldn't cause more scenes. Wouldn't throw tantrums over the wrong things."

"And how the fuck was this wrong of me, huh?"

"Are you serious? He practically assaulted me and you took his side!" you screamed, stepping away and unlocking the car, slipping into the driver seat and taking a long, calming breath.

You turned on the engine when the passenger door opened, Gator flopping into the seat with a thud.

"I'm not talking to you right now." you said, overwhelmed with all that's happened.

It was one thing to get assaulted, and another to have your boyfriend, someone who was supposed to trust you, believe that you just let it happen.

"Great. Didn't want to anyway."

And that's how you got here, arguing while you drove through the highway.

"How long since ya been seein that guy?"

"Oh my god, what are you even talking about?"

He took his cap off, throwing it with unnecessary force. "That guy said "again", so obviously y'all know each other."

You exhaled, exhausted with his baseless accusations.

"We know each other from uni, used to have classes together. That's why he came up to me, tried to get my number."

"And?" Gator said, his tone filled with annoyance.

"And, I fucking told him that I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, that's why your faces were inches away. Stop lyin' to me." he rolled his eyes, turning away from you and looking out the window. "Should've known it'd be like this."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Annoyed, he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the usual, neat slicked-back style.

"You think I'm not good enough for ya, yeah? Have to get with another man."

He was actually insane. You couldn't believe that he would stoop so low, accusing you of cheating when you've always been loyal, staying by his side throughout all these months—the good and the bad.

"You're such a bitch, Gator."

You gripped the steering wheel harder, rage flooding through your whole body.

It shouldn't even be surprising, you two fought a whole lot. At this point it was your routine—meet up, have a good time for a while, then argue about something meaningless.

Then fuck, but we don't have to get into that.

But this was too much. It wasn't meaningless anymore—it was about your safety, your loyalty and respect that he had for you.

Or rather didn't.

"Real big of ya, callin' me fuckin' names."

"You're making shit up and then getting mad at it! I'm so over your attitude." you countered, speeding up and passing some other car on the usually empty highway.

"Then don't give me reasons to." he said, crossing his arms and looking at you accusingly.

That was enough, you had enough.

You slowed down, pulling to the side of the road.

"Get the fuck out."

It was quiet, like he didn't fully understand what you were saying.

"What?"

You closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill from them.

But your voice didn't waver when you ordered again.

"Get out of my car. I don't even want to be near you."

You heard him exhale, and then there it was—a light touch of his fingers to your forearm.

"Bunny–" he started, but you didn't let him finish.

"Get. the. fuck. out."

Every word was delivered slowly, putting as much coldness into them as you could.

Gator had to feel that, because seconds later he was outside, closing the door after him with force.

And when you finally opened your eyes and looked at him through the window, he was looking right back at you, his expression so incredibly painful, almost like he wanted to cry.

But you didn't let that get to you, not this time.

So you drove away, leaving him in the middle of the highway, his "stark county sheriff" cap laying forgotten in the backseat.

Gator🐊: call me back

Gator🐊: let's talk about this

Gator🐊: you can't ignore me forever

These kind of texts were waiting for you every time you picked up your phone.

He was really adamant on winning you back—didn't stop for two whole days.

On day one he came up to your house, telling you to come talk to him, but you only stood there, listening to his ramblings trough the door. You didn't open it for him.

The second day, he sent you flowers. Sure, they were pretty, and you put them on display on your kitchen counter, but the note attached to them ended up in the trash.

"Forgive me, bunny"

It wasn't that easy.

His words and accusations hurt you so bad, you ended up crying for the rest of the night that you left him. You woke up the next day, eyes swollen and red, missing sixteen of his calls and twenty unread texts. All of them a variation of the same things.

And then came day three, the one where you actually answered his call.

"What do you want?" you said coldly, trying not to cry again.

"Just wanna talk. Make things right." he answered, though he didn't try to hide the worry in his tone.

"Yeah, should've thought about that before you accused me of cheating."

"Bunny, come on–" he exhaled, and you could practically see him pacing around while talking. "I talked to the guy."

It was like your whole body froze, and then immediately started to boil in anger.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"Ran into him the other day, his nose was fuckin' broken, can ya believe that? Didn't know I hit that hard." he laughed, though with no humor behind it.

"Gator. The point."

"'Ight, well..." he replied, stopping for a second before spilling it all out. "He was scared shitless, thought I'd beat his ass again, so I ordered him to tell me the truth or I actually would. So now I know you told him 'bout havin' a boyfriend, and didn't want to give him your number."

You could feel a tear coming down your cheek, your hands shaking with frustration.

"So you only believed it when it came from him. Not your girlfriend, not the one you should actually trust."

"Bunny, I'm real sorry, I didn't mean to blow up like that."

Funny, the word "sorry" was something you didn't expect to hear from Gator. He usually avoided it like fire.

"Yeah, 'course you didn't." you said, tears running freely now.

"I'm coming over. Be there in ten."

And just like that, he ended the call, deciding for the both of you like always.

You sat there on your couch, crying until you heard the doorbell—Gator actually keeping his word, how surprising.

You opened for him on weak legs, tired from all the pain he put you through.

But when you saw his face...he looked almost worse than you.

Bags under his eyes, hair loose and messy, lacking the usual shininess from the gel he used. He wore his casual clothes, plain jeans and a white t-shirt.

"Baby..." he muttered, looking at you with softness that you didn't really expect from him.

How full of surprises he was today.

"Great, now that you're here you can take your shit and go. Think your shampoo is still in my shower."

You didn't have to add that you used it yesterday, just to remember his scent.

"Not 'till you listen to me." he said, walking through the door and closing it behind him, heading towards your couch.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" you asked with annoyance.

"Just sit next to me, will ya?"

You sighed, too tired to argue with him even more. With careful steps, you headed towards the couch and sat on the opposite side of where he was, keeping a safe distance.

He had a way of winning you back with his...touch. You had to be careful.

"I was jealous. So fuckin' much that I wasn't thinkin' straight. My head just...convinced me I wasn't enough for ya. I mean, I know I'm not...I'm a fucking asshole, sayin' shit I don't mean when something hurts."

"Why did you think I was lying?" you asked, your voice sad but steady, not giving away to his words yet.

"'Cause I'm fuckin'...insecure or some shit. Hard to believe you're actually still with me."

"Gator..."

"No, really. But it's like...just tell me ya don't want me, don't flirt with other people."

"I wasn't."

"No, no I know that. I was jus' too caught up in my jealousy, thought ya didn't want me anymore."

"And you think I'd rather cheat on you than tell you that? If I did feel that way."

His cheeks went red, embarrassment creeping up on him. His explanation didn't made that much sense to you, but you also didn't get how he could be insecure.

"I'm such a fucking bitch." he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Bunny, I'm so, so sorry for everything. If you'd just...give me one last chance, swear I'd make this right."

You exhaled, your head spinning from all of the new information he gave you.

"I've been so loyal to you, Gator. Yeah, we fought a lot but I've never...not wanted you. You're the only one on my mind."

The lighting in your living room was weak, but you swore you saw a tear run down his cheek.

Gator Tillman didn't cry, right?

Then why was his voice so weak, when he uttered those three words to you.

"I love you."

Yes, you were in a relationship, but you never exchanged your feelings like that before. Never told him that you felt this way.

You stood up from the couch, your own eyes glazing with tears once again.

"You can't say things like that just because you want me to forgive you. That's fucking cruel."

Gator stood up too, coming closer and catching your hands into his, looking at you with something utterly soft in his eyes.

"Not lyin', bunny. I fuckin' love you so much."

Both of you stood there, crying softly while looking at each other and processing all that was happening.

"You're pretty when you cry." you said, and he laughed weakly, his hands hugging your waist.

"Don't get used to that."

The kiss that you shared after was like something you've never felt before. His taste mixed with salty tears, mouth working against yours like he was scared it would be the last time he got to kiss you—and maybe he was right, because you haven't really decided what's next.

You only knew that hearing him actually spill his feelings out for you, something he rarely did before, hearing him confess and cry for you...It made you want him more than you'd normally would.

"Bedroom, now." you said against his lips, and he actually whimpered, lifting you up and heading there while you still kissed, knocking over some things in the process.

When he lowered you onto the carpeted floor, you took him by the collar, making him look at you.

"On your knees."

"Bunny–"

"Now."

Usually, he was the one taking control, but fuck, you just had to put him to use after all that he's done.

You expected him to argue, but he was kneeling before you in seconds, taking off your shorts as you got rid of your shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor.

Thank goodness you didn't have any underwear on.

"Such a pretty pussy." he murmured, gaze fixed on the already wet flesh.

"Touch me." you ordered, looking down at his face.

He caught your gaze, his finger making contact with your clit, moving it in slow circles.

You exhaled, already feeling your shoulders relax. You focused on his face as he focused on yours, bringing his mouth to your wet pussy.

He started slowly, licking into you like he was tasting you for the first time. Then, he went deeper, tongue between your folds as he moved with precision.

"Fuck..." you moaned, arching your back and pushing yourself forward into his face even more.

"Tastes like fuckin' heaven." he said, the vibration of his voice going through you.

"More, Gator." you whined, looking at him through halfway opened eyes.

He listened, adding one, then two fingers, going in and out of your entrance while still eating you out, his mouth working eagerly.

"Oh fuck." you breathed, your eyes rolling back as you felt your approaching orgasm.

"Come on, darlin'. Give it to me."

You came with a cry, latching onto his hair. You rode his face, prolonging your pleasure as he drank up every single drop of what you gave him, moaning into you with excitement.

When you stepped away from him, you didn't wait long. Your thighs clenched together again as soon as you looked down—his chin glistening with your juices and his spit, hair messy where you pulled at it, and his cock, so obviously hard, straining against his zipper.

"Take your clothes off." you ordered again, stepping backwards and laying down on the bed while still looking at him.

"Yes ma'am." he said, and you smiled at the serious way in which he addressed you.

Maybe you should take control more...

His clothes were on the floor in seconds, joining the pile of your own.

"Where do you want me?" he asked, slipping out of his underwear.

His cock was painfully hard, leaking from the top down his length.

"Next to me."

And when he was, you sat on your knees between his thighs, fingers curling around his cock.

"Bunny, please..." he breathed, his hips jerking up as soon as you made a little bit of movement.

"You're surprisingly nice to me today." you laughed, slowly working him up and down.

"I– need ya so bad. Dreamed of this...fuck...pussy every night." he confessed, moaning softly as you touched him.

"Yeah? Even when I was mad you only thought about my pussy?" you taunted, though you knew that wasn't what he meant.

"Stop playin', ya know what I– Oh, fuck." you interrupted him with your mouth closing around his cock.

Your head bobbed on him, up and down, until he was whining and moaning under you like a bitch.

Then, you stopped and laid next to him, laughing at his confusion.

"Such a tease."

"Better show me what you've dreamed of."

Now, it was his turn to lay between your thighs, his mouth finding yours and kissing you. His tongue fought with yours as his fingers closed around your hard nipple, squeezing and playing with it just how he knew you liked.

His kisses went lower—to your neck, collarbone, where he gently bit the skin there, and finally to your other nipple.

His tongue swirled around it, sucking and biting gently, causing you to moan out his name.

"Yeah? Ya like it?" he asked, smiling against your skin.

"Yes, Gator. Oh, fuck–" you answered, words becoming a breathless moan when you felt the tip of his cock gently pushing between your folds.

"You want it? Tell me you do."

"Please." you nodded, your glances meeting as he pushed himself deeper.

He kissed you just as he bottomed out, his hips slowly backing out almost all the way and slamming back into you again.

"Never want to get over you." he murmured, the sound of skin slapping against each other starting to fill the room.

"Gator..." you moaned, his cock pushing harder, meeting all the perfect places in you.

"Yeah? Like when I go deep? When I fuck ya like I hate ya?"

And you could only nod, because you knew that he was right. You loved when he slammed into you like this, your whole body buzzing with pleasure.

Without a warning, he moved your body like it weighed nothing, turning it around and positioning you on your elbows and knees, your ass in the air and perfectly on display for him.

He slammed back into you, one hand placed on your hip as the other sneaked to your peaked nipple, squeezing it as he pleased.

"You're fuckin' gorgeous." he breathed, his hips meeting your ass with every thrust. "Made for me."

It was straight up obscene—the way you moaned around his cock, pleasure overwhelming your senses. Your back arched as he pushed himself deep into that one special spot, drool pooling in your constantly open mouth, unable to close under all the sensation.

"Gator, I'm..." you tried to warn him, but he only went faster, slamming into your dripping entrance.

"Me too, baby. Come with me."

His words tipped you over, his name spilling from your mouth as he spilled into you, your pussy clenching on his length.

"Fuck...you're so good to me, so right." he babbled as you felt the warmth of his cum going down your thigh.

You stayed like this for a while, calming your ragged breathing, until he took himself out, placing a sweet kiss just above your ass.

He helped you lay on your back, then cleaned the mess between your thighs as you drifted in and out of consciousness, too tired and fucked out to do it yourself.

Finally, with Gator and you under the sheets, you looked at him, and smiled softly.

"I love you too, you know?"

He stilled, eyes widening.

"Say that again."

You laughed, coming up to his mouth and kissing it gently. He kissed back, hand cradling the back of your neck like he didn't want you to stop.

"I love you too." you repeated.

He exhaled against you and then kissed you with more force, a tear spilling from his eye once again.

"Does that mean that I get another chance?" he asked, his eyes glossy and hopeful.

"Gator, I– Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?"

"But you said–"

"I know what I said. Me loving you doesn't change the fact that you've hurt me. Many, many times."

"I get that." he said, voice cracking. "And I'm sorry."

You exhaled, gently touching his cheek. "I know you are, Gator. So give me time to think, yeah?"

"Yeah. As long as ya need, bunny."

And he meant it, because when Gator Tillman loved someone? He loved with his whole being—even when he was bad at showing it.

And even when his love wasn't enough.