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“you’ll have to teach me such talent with words. how powerful i could be!” partly a joke.. but then her softer, airy tone.. she need only use that with men to have them crumbled to their knees for her, she had that tone that could make you melt slowly. “and what makes you think i don’t dream about you already?” and truly there had been times she’d caught herself lost in day dreams about him, about his hands on her skin, about him unbuttoning his shirts so slowly and exposing muscles.. even now her eyes couldn’t be torn from him. “guess i just.. haven’t heard you say you worry about me before.. but i’m warning you, if you’re a pimp i best be your main girl.” she joked along with him but.. in heart she really did hope it was just her for him, that he felt that same magnetic drive to be near each other that she did.. because everything just felt easier with him. being with him was easy and finding comfort in someone else’s presence alone, wasn’t exactly something mia was all that familiar with. she watched him grab the oil and ended up dragging her teeth over her lower lip. “you spoil me..” she hummed, having to part her legs further to let him sit between them. she felt so exposed to him that she had reddening cheeks, tinting to more of a deep rose color than their usual pale pink. shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, not enough to expose her breasts to him quite yet but enough that the fabric almost teased it. the rare time she liked being treated delicately, it was rare.. but sometimes she liked feeling adored that way, liked how his hands could treat her so sweetly when she needed it, and then held her lose all of her control when she needed to be completely in someone elses hands. it felt like relief to feel his oiled hands gliding and pushing along her skin, warm under his palms. she knew that little moan that slipped her lips was exactly what he’d need to hear from her, but mia had already made her choice. her hand reached to take one of his and guide it, to trail it up her midriff nd torso, between her breasts and placed his palm and fingers around her neck. her soft green eyes staring up at him to give that silent message, tonight mia needed to be his little slut, to really lose all control, to hand that control over to him and trust him with it. 

           anna said what she had to say, made a polite request and the conversation could’ve been done— she could’ve left. so, why hasn’t she? there’s so many things running through her mind, all of them telling her to just go, but her feet seem to remain planted where they are. the lids of her eyes are wide, staring at him with the upmost disbelief that he could be saying any of this to her. nick baldwin wasn’t just some random neighbor, he was someone who knew her. as unfortunate as it was, she was well-aware that he could read her like an open book. there was no way the man couldn’t know just how uncomfortable this conversation was for her. not only to talk about meaningless sex with a man she once loved, but to just add her in as if she were nothing more than a potential third wheel to whatever fun he seemed to be having. 

“i didn’t.. it wasn’t a demand. i just asked— “ she stops herself then. if there had ever been more of a time where annalise wished she was capable of sticking up for herself, it would’ve been now. to scream and curse at him for making her feel this way .. but, that wasn’t who she is. and to make matters worse, the blonde now has to look the now present woman in the eyes. megan. even though that woman has nothing to do with nick’s actions, anna can’t help but to feel resentment towards her because if it hadn’t been for the loud moans that came out of her mouth, none of this would’ve been happening. annalise never would’ve been awake at this hour. she never would’ve knocked on the door to discover that the man she once loved was living right next to her.  despite it all, anna stayed true to her character and gave megan a smile. a small one, but a smile nevertheless; as if to acknowledge the other’s presence.

“.. i get it now. you can stop.” this time her words sounding more like a plea. with that, anna should’ve left, she should’ve just walked away. but instead, the words came out involuntarily, “what happened to you, nick?”