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But eren’t strangers Not exactly

I wasn’t a stranger to hi I’d given him

He was still a stranger to me He hadn’t offered any of his own de about this power imbalance appealed tomore about this man, I wouldn’t be able to leave

My blood heated as the reality of everything I’d let happen, everything I’d exposed, settled on my shoulders “No, you won’t,” I whispered, my voice weak, even to my own ears

He didn’t reply He didn’t need to The knowing s I wanted to hate hi he knew about me now There nership in those eyes I wanted to hate that too

But I didn’t Didn’t argue or say anything I pulled ot in the car

I didn’t look back as we drove off, but I kneatched me

Instead of focusing on that, I put my attention on the driver, who had yet to speak

“What’s your name?” I asked

The irony was not lost onthe name of the person who’d heard and seen me have sex and not the man I had sex with

“Felix”

Espresso eyesthat should’ve been fully sated after last night This

But this was a different kind of hunger I saw the coldness in those eyes They were devoid of soht with had a coldness to him—that was part of what drew me to him—but there was a heat too, a spark

There was no spark here, no humanity It scared me Yet it also excited me

“Felix,” I repeated, tasting the name on my lips It shouldn’t have suited him It seemed too ordinary, too flat Too dorky But somehow, it was perfect

“I’m Sienna” There should have been more shame here, more aardness I felt none

“I know,” he replied