Talk Of The Town - It Didn't Have To End This Way

Ophelia walks up to Patrick dead set on clearing the air, and the first thing out of her mouth is brittle sarcasm instead of an apology. Patrick meets it with a smirk like he’s daring her to blink first. She wants to hate how good he looks without her, all muscle memory making her thighs ache at the sight, so she steps closer to tell him she’s glad he moved on—which flips every lie switch in her brain. Their words spark faster than the grudge they both carry. Something in the bickering cracks wide open, all that leftover lust shoved like gas into the fight, making them push against each other before they’re conscious of it. She grabs the front of his shirt, tug-yanking, Patrick shoves back—here twisting, prick-hard, she’s pinning him at the wall. Their tongues neck-tangle like payback, hers sliding along his until he heels-all-body feels hot under her fingers.