Chapter 16: Your Name

Hazel's POV

I shut the green door behind him and pushed him against it.

The hall light was on, and I did not turn it off.

"I want to see," I said.

"Then look."

I looked.

I held on to his face for as long as I could, a straight nose, grey eyes, a mouth that was already open for me.

It began to blur at the count of five, and I leaned in and kissed him before it could finish.

He tasted of cold air and coffee.

His hands stayed flat on the door on either side of my head.

"Rule two," he said against my mouth, rough and low.

"Asking," I said. "Both hands. Everywhere."

He made a sound I felt in my teeth, and then his hands were on me.

They went under my jersey and up my ribs, and he pulled it over my head and dropped it on the tiles.

He knelt in the hall and kissed my stomach, and undid my jeans with slow fingers.

"Tell me where," he said.

"Here."

I put his hand between my legs, over my knickers, where I was already wet.

He rubbed me through the cotton, and my head hit the wall.

He drew the cloth aside and slid two fingers into me, and his thumb found my clit and pressed.

"Oh, fuck," I said. "Like that."

He worked me slowly and thoroughly, and I put my hand in his hair and held on.

Above his head, on the shelf, the girl in the photograph laughed at the person holding the camera.

She had been laughing at him.

I pulled him up by the collar.

"Now," I said. "Against the wall. I want you inside me."

He stood, and I opened his belt and pushed his trousers down, and took his cock in my fist.

It was hot and hard and heavy, and he shuddered and let his forehead drop to mine.

I stepped out of my jeans and wrapped my legs around his hips, and he lifted me easily.

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