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The bass from the party downstairs thumped right through the floorboards, vibrating straight up into the soles of Rebekah’s shoes, but inside the cramped upstairs hallway closet, the world felt ridiculously small. It smelled like mothballs, expensive laundry detergent, and the overwhelming scent of winter coats they’d completely collapsed into.
They had been dating for exactly seven days. One week. It was a milestone that felt both incredibly short and, right now, completely monumental.
Rebekah let out a loose, giggly laugh that she tried to stifle against the wool sleeve of someone’s oversized puffer jacket. She was drunk the kind of warm, heavy-lidded drunk where everything was funny and her coordination was completely shot. "Kai, seriously, why are we in here? We look so stupid."
"I don't know," Kai muttered, though he wasn't laughing. He was leaning against the closet door, his frame blocking out what little light cracked through the frame. He was just as drunk, his hair a messy, rumpled disaster from where he’d been running his hands through it all night, but his eyes were locked onto her with a terrifying level of focus.
Normally, Kai Parker was a walking disaster of sarcastic remarks and nervous, chaotic energy. He was nineteen, entirely inexperienced, and used to masking his with a smirk. But looking at Rebekah right now flushed from the cheap alcohol, her lips parted, looking incredibly soft amidst the chaotic clutter of the closet something shifted inside him. He had never, in his entire life, wanted a girl the way he wanted her. It was a physical ache, a sudden, desperate need that made his chest tighten. He was a virgin, she was a virgin, and frankly, he didn’t care that he had absolutely no roadmap for what he was doing. He just knew he needed to be closer to her.
"We are stupid," Kai agreed, his voice dropping an octave, losing its usual mockery. "But I don't really care."
Before Rebekah could fire back with a sharp retort, Kai stepped forward, his boots tangling briefly in a pile of discarded shoes on the floor. He didn't care about being smooth. He reached out, his hands catching her by the waist, and guided her back until her spine pressed firmly against the back wall of the closet. The sudden movement made her gasp, her hands instantly flying up to grip the lapels of his jacket for balance.
"Kai—"
He didn't let her finish. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss that was entirely devoid of caution. It was clumsy at first—their teeth clashed lightly, a breathless, drunken mess of a collision but the sheer intensity of it smoothed out the rough edges within seconds. Kai’s tongue slid past her lips, tasting the sweet, sharp sting of whatever mixed drink she’d been sipping downstairs.
Rebekah let out a soft, muffled sound into his mouth, her fingers tightening into the fabric of his shirt. The heat between them flared instantly, turning the cramped, chilly closet into a furnace. Kai’s hands slid from her waist down to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin through her jeans, anchoring her against him. He was completely feral for her, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
He pulled back just an inch, his breath hot and ragged against her lips. "You have no idea," he breathed, his forehead resting against hers, "how much you’re driving me crazy. Whole week. Just staring at you."
Rebekah’s eyes fluttered open, dark with a sudden, heavy weight of desire she hadn't anticipated. A smug, breathless smile tugged at the corner of her lips, even as her breath hitched. "Then stop talking, Parker."
That was all the permission he needed. Kai groaned, burying his face into the crook of her neck, his lips hot and desperate against her pulse point. He sucked a dark mark into the soft skin right beneath her jaw, making her arch her back, her fingers tangling frantically into his thick hair.
As she arched, Kai crowded his body completely into hers. The friction of his jeans rubbing against hers sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to his core. He didn't know how to do the actual act yet he’d never gotten this far with anyone but the instinctual urge to press closer, to rub his weight against her, took over completely. He hooked one of his knees between hers, forcing her legs slightly apart, and shifted his hips forward.
The direct pressure of his groin grinding into her made Rebekah gasp out loud, her head snapping back against the wall. It was intense, highly descriptive friction, the thick denim of their jeans doing nothing to dull the searing heat building between them. Kai let out a ragged breath, his hands moving to her thighs, lifting her slightly so he could slide harder against her. He began a slow, heavy rhythm, pressing his weight fully into her with every slide of his hips, completely losing himself in the tight, friction-filled space.
Rebekah whimpered, her hands moving from his hair down to his shoulders, pushing him closer rather than away. The sheer weight of him, the intoxicating rhythm of his hips grinding against hers in the dark, had her completely breathless, her mind spinning far worse than it had from the alcohol.
Kai didn’t know the rules, but his body didn't care. The alcohol buzzing in his veins stripped away any hesitation, leaving only a raw, unadulterated need to fuse himself to her. He shifted his weight, burying his thigh higher between her legs, pressing the hard ridge of his crotch directly against her center. Rebekah let out a sharp, ragged gasp, her fingers clutching his shoulders so tightly her nails bit through his shirt.
Every tilt of his hips was heavy, uncoordinated but entirely intentional. The heavy denim of their jeans created a punishing, searing friction with every upward slide. It was a clumsy, drunken rhythm, but the sheer weight of him pressing her into the drywall made it intoxicating. Kai groaned against her mouth, his lips finding hers again in a sloppy, bruising kiss. Their tongues slithered together, slick and desperate, tasting like stale beer and the sweet, artificial cherry of her lip gloss.
He was losing his mind. He’d never touched a girl like this, had never felt this blinding rush of heat that threatened to take his knees out from under him. He gripped the denim of her jeans his knuckles scraping against the rough fabric as he anchored her. He pulled her hips up slightly, meeting her halfway as she began to roll her hips against his.
Rebekah was spinning. The room or the tiny square of space they occupied felt like it was tilting, but Kai was the only solid thing keeping her upright. She rode the friction, her lower body moving in an instinctive, desperate counter-rhythm that had Kai letting out a choked, desperate sound.
The heat building between their thighs was a physical ache, a tight, coil of tension that grew tighter with every heavy slide. He rolled his hips hard against her, the blunt pressure sending a jolt straight up her spine.
"Kai," she choked out, her head rolling back against a hanging winter coat. A stray plastic hanger clattered loudly against the rod above them, but neither of them cared. Kai's mouth was instantly on her exposed throat, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin right where her shoulder met her neck. He was panting, his breath scorching hot against her damp skin.
"You're perfect," he muttered, his voice thick, slurred, and utterly feral. "Rebekah, I swear to God..." He cut himself off by driving his hips forward again, a harder, deeper roll that had her toes curling inside her shoes. The friction was unbearable in the best way possible, the heavy fabric of their clothes trapping the intense heat of their bodies until they were both slick with sweat.
He gripped her thighs, his fingers digging deep into the flesh, completely lifting her an inch off the floor so he could grind upward with everything he had. Rebekah wrapped one leg around his hip to steady herself, the shift in position bringing them even closer, eliminating any remaining space. She rode down against him as he pushed up, the double-force of their movements making them both gasp into the dark. It was loud—the wet, heavy sounds of their mouths fusing, the frantic rustle of heavy winter coats, and the rhythmic, rhythmic thud of Kai’s hips striking hers.
The sheer intensity of it was clumsy, Kai’s foot slipped on a discarded boot on the floor, causing them both to lurch sideways into a row of hanging jackets. Rebekah let out a breathless, muffled giggle, her eyelids heavy and drooping from the alcohol, but the humor vanished the second Kai pinned her back against the wall with renewed force. His eyes were dark, completely blown out, staring down at her with a heavy, possessive heat that made her stomach flip.
"Don't laugh," he wheezed, his chest heaving as he stared at her mouth. "I'm trying to... I'm literally dying right now."
"Then don't stop," she whispered, her voice a sultry, alcohol-thickened demand. She pulled his head back down, her mouth locking onto his with a frantic energy.
Kai went completely wild. He didn't just grind; he practically rode against her, his body moving in a fast, heavy, desperate cycle of friction that had them both completely breathless. The pressure was building to a screaming peak, a tight, intoxicating ache in his lower belly that he didn't know how to release, but he knew he wanted to stay in this exact friction-filled torment forever. Rebekah's hands were everywhere in his hair, tearing at his shirt, pulling him down, her hips lifting and meeting every single frantic thrust of his pelvis.
Then, a heavy, uncoordinated thud hit the outside of the closet door.
"Yo! Is someone in the coat closet? I need my jacket, man, it’s freezing on the porch!"