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Jenna stared into Riley's eyes, unsure what to do.

Her body was telling her to rip off her clothes and throw herself at him, but was it what either of them truly wanted? Or were these merely the lust fuelled urges of two people who'd survived a trauma together?

She felt his fingers pulled around the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted her arms to let him slip the clothes from her body. Once her shirt was a messy pile at her feet, he reached behind and pinged her bra. Her breasts shifted and bounced out of the cups as they fell forward. Instinctively she raised a hand to cover them as the bra dropped to the floor.

Riley chuckled lightly as he pushed her grip away, replacing them with his larger hands. Her nipples became instantly hard as he pinched them between his thumbs and index fingers.

She moaned gently as he squeezed and took a step forward, pressing her back up against the wall.

Jenna looked over her shoulder as the door creaked open and found Jack watching with a smug half-smile.

"I'll just leave these here." Jack placed the cups of tea on his dresser and backed away, covering his eyes with his hand.

Riley didn't acknowledge him. He didn't take his eyes off Jenna for a second until he leaned in and planted kisses along her neck. She could feel the hardness in his pants as he pushed into her, and by that point, she no longer cared if it was a good idea.

Though she wasn't experienced by any means, her hand seemed to know what to do. She rubbed it for a moment until he pressed on her shoulders, hinting for her to kneel.

After only a few minutes he picked her off the floor, threw her onto the bed and pulled her tracksuit bottoms and panties off in one tug. She assumed he would put it inside her at this point and was shocked when he prized her legs apart and planted gentle kisses along her inner thighs.

As he moved closer to her centre, Jenna felt oddly afraid. No man had ever gone down on her before, and it felt weird at first.

After only a second or two, the feeling skyrocketed from strange and icky all the way up to bloody amazing. Her hands grabbed at the back of his, urging him to continue until the pleasure exploded.

She released his head, muttering, "sorry."

"What for?" he wiped his mouth and smiled. "You're supposed to enjoy it."

"Right." Jenna nodded. She parted her legs, letting him enter. It went in easier than with her previous partners.

'Because my body is ready for it,' she thought.

The idea that she was supposed to enjoy the sex felt like a foreign concept, but why shouldn't she enjoy it? It was a game for two, with two participants. Why should only one of them get something out of the act other than the feeling of having served?

"Is it okay?" he asked after finding a rhythm.

Jenna nodded, trying not to frown. 'He honestly cares if I like it or not?'

It was beautiful. The best feeling she'd ever experienced. She stared into his strange and beautiful eyes, wondering how this relationship between them would blossom.

Then he said it.

Staring down at her, he pushed his hair from his face and uttered, "This is a great way to get over my ex."

It felt as though someone had reached into her chest and ripped out her still-beating heart. She couldn't breathe or move.

'I could be anyone,' Jenna thought. 'He doesn't like me. I'm... rebound sex.'

She let him finish, rolling over when he was done.

"Hey." He nudged her, perhaps picking up on the mood shift. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Nope, the sex was fine," she told him through gritted teeth.

"Fine, eh?" Riley grinned and pulled his trousers back on before rushing off to find Jack. "You want a cigarette?"

"I don't smoke," Jenna told him.

"Oh,right, yeah," Riley said, nodding.

'He doesn't know anything about me,' she thought. 'He barely notices me at all.'

She watched him pull his hoodie over his bare chest and suddenly she wished she was in Kai's bed. She wished it so hard it felt like her stomach was turning inside out.

'I made a huge mistake,' she thought, wiping away tears.

She wanted to get away.

The thought of spending the night and morning with Riley was just... soul sucking. Those words wouldn't stop tumbling about her brain like a song on repeat: 'This is a great way to get over my ex.'

She decided to get dressed and call an Uber. It would be expensive, but worth it.

"I'm going home," she told Riley on the way to the front door.

"'Kay. Seeya." Riley waved. He didn't seem upset or confused by her departure.

Waving at Jack and his dad, she walked out into the freezing cold night and was hit with the shock of cold when the night air filled her lungs. Her eyes darted up and down the road, keeping peeled for anything that looked like it might be her taxi.

Footsteps crunched behind her as a group of lads passed, paying her no mind.

Then another pair of footsteps scraped to a halt behind her. She spun, hair wiping around her face, and wiped it away to find Felix smiling at her.

"So I figured out a way to get back at Riley, Kai and Damien in one fell swoop," he said in a conversational tone.

Jenna considered screaming. It was possible Riley was in range to hear her, though not likely.

Her second thought was to grab her keys from her bag. But which side pocket were they in? If only she kept her bag neat and ordered she would've had a better chance at locating them in an emergency.

'Damn my messy bag,' she thought, staring dully at him without moving, like a deer in headlights.

Then she noticed the small black object curled inside his fist.

'A taser.'