2. Maddox

So what if we’re not mates? Like it matters! She came to me the night of the Ceremony for a reason. I can still see the way she strode towards me, licking those red lips, her dress daring and low cut, showing off every curve.

Everyone assumed she was Cillian's date but no, she chose me.

She always tries to keep it light, breezy with her ability to just vanish whenever the hell she chooses. The last few times we’ve hooked up I haven’t been able to play the same game. I can’t pretend anymore, I want her.

To have her heart, it would feel like winning the gold medal in every possible sport. The ultimate victory. Shit, I’d take such good care of her. I’d adore every inch of her, every day. I know exactly how she likes to be fucked too. Hard, rough. A frenzy of mutual nipping, scratching and thrusting as she lets go all over my cock.

But she doesn’t want me. Or she thinks she doesn’t anyway. There’s still time. Shouting how I love her has just scared her that’s all. She’ll come round.