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and fuck you up against this wall. Remind me of what a terrible
     person I am. Tell me I’m a sick bastard and you want me out of your life
     forever.”

    Livvie screwed her eyes shut. Her lip
     trembled, but she didn’t cry.

    I softened toward her. I didn’t want to
     hurt her. I loved her. I didn’t know how to do it like normal people. I didn’t
     know how to tell her how scared I was. I pressed my forehead to the back of her
     neck and I tried.

    “Tell me I
     don’t deserve you. Tell me all the things I already know.”

    “Caleb…” My name was a heart-wrenching
     sound coming from her lips. I prepared for the worst and began to pull away.
     Livvie’s hands gripped my forearm and held me in place. “Fuck me.”

    There was no time to think. I reacted.
     I pulled her skirt up to her waist. I shoved her panties and tights down to her
     knees. She gasped. Her hands slapped against the wall for balance. It was only
     seconds before I had my own pants down to my ankles. I thrust into Livvie fast
     and hard.

    She was wet. She was wet and warm and
     fucking heaven wrapped around me. I never wanted to leave the safety of her
     body. As long as I was inside her, she was mine .
     No one could take her from me. I couldn’t ruin things between us.

    I pounded away at her. I put my hands
     around her wrists and fucked her into the wall. I practically lifted her body
     with every thrust… and I groveled.

    “I’m sorry,
     Livvie. I’m sorry. Forgive me. Forgive me.” And I kept fucking.

    Afterward, Livvie left in a hurry. I
     was tempted to stop her, but I didn’t. I felt I’d done enough damage for one
     night. I left all the broken dishes on the floor and proceeded to take a
     scalding hot shower. I refused to sleep that night.

    Early the next morning, Livvie called
     me.

    “Hey you.” I could hear the smile in
     her voice. I was a little suspicious but warily accepted she might not be mad
     about the night before.

    I rubbed my eyes. I was exhausted.

    “Hey.”

    “I just wanted to let you know I have
     work after class, but I’m free tomorrow. I can spend the night, and tomorrow I
     thought we could go see a movie. I want to watch Let Me In .”

    I sat up and propped myself up against
     the headboard.

    “Um… okay.” I’d
     been expecting anger from her. Maybe even excuses as to why she couldn’t see me
     for a while. I decided it was better to accept her offer than question her
     motives. “What’s it about?”

    “It’s sort of a horror movie, but not
     really. I really liked the Swedish version called Let the Right One In , but I’m curious to see what the director did
     with it.”

    I smiled. I remembered all the movie
     posters in her apartment.

    “Of course,
     Livvie. We can do that.”

    “No pet names today?” she teased.

    “I thought you didn’t like it.”

    There was silence on her end. Then very
     quietly, “I liked it last night.”

    My dick stirred.

    “Good to know.”

    “Yeah, well… just don’t get too many
     ideas. You can’t solve everything with sex, Caleb.”

    A tingle of shame bloomed in my chest.

    “I’ll try to
     remember.”

    “Good. See you tonight, Sexy.”

    I laughed. “Is that a pet name? I hate
     it.”

    “I’ll try to remember.” 
    I hung up and went straight to sleep. I didn't even dream.

Chapter Six

    Livvie liked to see a lot of movies and
     read a lot of books. She often lamented not being able to read as often as she’d
     like because her life was so busy between work, school, and dividing her free time
     between me and her friends. I often changed the subject when she brought up the
     last bit. I knew she wanted me to meet them. However, the idea of surrounding
     myself with typical twenty-year-olds was less than appealing. I had nothing in
     common with most people—less with those who had never shot a person at
     point-blank range. At least Livvie and I had that in common!

    “Thanksgiving is next week,” Livvie