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GARETH “You made this?” I stroll out of the bedroom, rolling the cuff of my denim jacket. So, yeah, I shouldn’t be here. In hindsight, stepping into Kayden’s house the first time was mistake number one. Pretty sure he had a witch cast a spell on me, because ever since, I keep coming back. It’s a valid theory for this disaster of a situation. Because, seriously, what the fuck was I doing just now? Let’s say yesterday was about being stuck and pretending I had no way out—literally—thanks to those damn ropes. But there were no ropes in the shower, and I still practically begged him to fuck me. I came because he called me the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. And I kissed him. I claimed him. I couldn’t stop. Pretty sure I only snapped out of it when he tried to help with, well, the cum in my ass, and I managed to kick him out. I think he caught the wide-eyed “holy fuck, I’m so fucking screwed” look before he left, though. He also left me ointment on the bed, next to my folded clothes.