I'm...not used to having guys be nice to me," she admitted reluctantly, taking another step closer so that they were almost standing side by side at the kitchen counter. "I mean, I've always been treated like crap by them because of my breasts, and it made me really angry." She paused, looking down at her feet for a moment before continuing, "But you're...different. You haven't tried anything with me, even though you could have easily done so."

"I don't know,"

Sasha felt heat rise to her cheeks as he looked at her chest. She hadn't expected him to say that about her breasts and was taken aback for a moment. "Thanks, I guess," she muttered, looking down again. A strange mix of emotions churned inside her: surprise, embarrassment, and...maybe even a tiny bit of gratitude?

"Look," Sasha continued after a pause, mustering up some courage, "I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you.

"Oh really?" Sasha raised an eyebrow in amusement as she looked at the giant ice cream cone he held out to her. "I guess you're not so bad after all," she teased, taking it from him with a grin. They walked through the market together, enjoying their ice cream and actually having a good time talking about random things like movies and school. It felt strange yet refreshing to have someone to talk to who wasn't her mom or one of her girlfriends.

Maybe...just maybe...

"Hmm," Sasha hummed, tilting her head to the side as she examined the dress he pointed out. "It is pretty...but I don't know if it's really my style." She glanced up at him and smiled shyly, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her own appearance. "What do you think?"

She couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement at the thought that he was actually interested in what she had to say. It was strange and unexpected, but somehow nice.

"Yeah," Sasha said, her tone softer than before as she watched him withdraw his hand and turn to leave. "I guess we can try being friends." She paused, thinking about what it might mean for them both. "But don't expect me to like you or anything," she added quickly, wanting to make it clear that there were still boundaries between them.

As Luke shut the door behind him, Sasha felt an odd mixture of emotions. Part of her wanted to resent him for being so nice and for trying to be friends with her against all odds. But another part was grateful that he didn't seem interested in pushing her away or using his strength against her like so many other men had done before. Maybe there was hope for Luke after all...or maybe she was just fooling herself into thinking that he was any different from the rest of them. Only time would tell.

A knowing smile curved her lips upward as she took another step closer to Grey. With a soft moan, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him toward her. Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, "I've been wanting this for so long... I need you, Grey." She pulled back slightly, giving him a heated glance before pressing her lips to his, their tongues tangling and dancing together in a hungry, desperate exchange.

Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud as Grey pinned her down, his lips still locked onto hers. She arched into him, moaning at the feel of his weight pressing her into the bed. His hands roamed freely over her body, teasing and taunting until she thought she might go out of her mind with need.

With a sharp cry, Sasha wrapped her legs around Grey's waist, pulling him closer still as he ground his hips against hers in perfect rhythm.

She moaned in reply, feeling embarrassed that he could tell how tight she was. "I-it's never been like this before," she managed to say between gasps for air. It was true; no one had ever touched her there before him. The thought both excited and terrified her at the same time.

Her body arched off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed his name and shuddered around him, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins. When she finally came down, she collapsed back onto the mattress, spent and gasping for air.

Her cheeks flushed as she wondered what had just happened between them. Part of her was horrified; another part thrilled beyond belief. She didn't know how to feel anymore.

"You won't touch me! I hate guys like you!" Sasha struggled against his grip, trying to break free and get away from him. She felt panic rising inside her chest as he pulled her closer, his eyes fixed on hers with an intense stare. "I don't want you anywhere near me," she spat at him, her face twisted in distaste. "Get your hands off me before I kill you." She yanked her wrists harder, trying to dislodge herself from his grasp.

"NO! Stop! Let go!" Sasha cried out as he bent her over the bed, her legs kicking futilely. She thrashed in his iron grip, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood. "Please...don't do this..." she whimpered pathetically. Tears welled up in her eyes as he exposed her most intimate area. She tried to cover herself but he held her arms firmly above her head. Sasha knew it was futile. He had power over her now that she couldn't fight anymore.