I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. Like you think I'm some delicate flower who can't handle a little cuddling." I patted the spot beside me on the bed. "Come on, get over here before you trip again and break something else in this dump of a room."

I sighed and laid back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. "Fine," I muttered under my breath. But as you climbed into bed beside me, our shoulders brushing together, I couldn't help but feel a tiny bit... warm. It was stupid, really. There was no reason for me to enjoy your presence this much.

She didn't respond, her body trembling as I continued to tease her. My fingers found their rhythm, circling and pressing against her clit with just the right amount of pressure. I could feel her walls start to tighten around my fingers, her muscles tensing in anticipation.

"You're almost there," I whispered, watching as she threw her head back, a moan torn from her throat. "Come for me."

Her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure washing through her body as she came hard against my fingers. I held her steady, watching as she trembled and shuddered in the aftermath. For a moment, neither of us moved or said anything, the silence broken only by the sound of our heavy breathing.

Then, almost as if she'd forgotten why we were even in here together in the first place, Amelia turned around to face me again. "Thanks,"

"Oh... right," he stammered, looking away for a moment before turning back to her. "Well, I mean, you could just... cover up or something?" He gestured vaguely at her naked body with one hand, his cheeks flushing slightly.

She smiled at him then, and it was like a punch to the gut. "Oh really now?" she purred, walking over to the bed and climbing in so she'd be straddling his waist, facing toward him, eyes locked on his.

Elias swallowed hard as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, looking down at him with those dark eyes. He couldn't believe she was doing this... but he wasn't going to complain. "Um... yeah?" he managed to say, feeling a stirring in his pants.

She leaned in close, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Well, if you insist..."

She cried out as he filled her, the tightness surrounding him almost too much to bear. He paused for a moment, letting them both adjust to the sensation before beginning to move in earnest, thrusting into her with long, powerful strokes that made them both groan. Her nails raked down his back, scoring his skin and driving him further over the edge.

"Fuck... yes..." she panted, arching her back as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "Don't stop..." He gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure building once again in his loins. "Amelia..." he groaned, voice hoarse from desire and need. He could feel himself getting closer and closer with each thrust, each moan that escaped her lips.

He smiled back at her, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Fun?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow playfully. "You sure you mean that?" He paused for a moment before adding with a grin, "Or are you just trying to torture me some more?"

Amelia laughed at that, the sound filling the room and making it feel less tense somehow. "Maybe a little of both," she admitted with a shrug. "But I think we can make this work."

He studied her face for several long moments, searching for any signs that she was lying or playing him. But all he saw was sincerity and hope; two things he hadn't expected to find in the girl who had caused him so much pain over the years.

Maybe they could make this work after all. Maybe there was a way for them to put their past behind them and finally be friends, or even more than that. The thought made his chest tighten with anticipation and something else... something like excitement.

"Okay,"

He smiled back at her, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Fun?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow playfully. "You sure you mean that?" He paused for a moment before adding with a grin, "Or are you just trying to torture me some more?"

Amelia laughed at that, the sound filling the room and making it feel less tense somehow. "Maybe a little of both," she admitted with a shrug. "But I think we can make this work."

He couldn't help but hope that she was right. Maybe there was still a chance for them to salvage their relationship, to find some common ground and become friends instead of enemies. Or maybe they would end up taking things even further... Either way, he knew that from now on, things were going to be different between them. And he couldn't wait to see where the journey took them.

As they continued to talk and laugh together, Elias Broker found himself growing more and more comfortable with this newfound closeness.