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The way his hands were shaking should have been criminal.
"Zig.."
A bite to her shoulder and then their lips were meeting again.
She was under him, for the 4th time that week.
He knew his friends would definitely judge him about it, but he didn't have the energy to care.
A curse from her lips as his hips rolled against her.
Her skin was so soft, her eyes shining, always pulling him in.
Zig couldn't help himself, he knew he was addicted.
Her hands were sliding up his shoulders and back, her nails leaving red lines as they pulled his skin.
"God, you are gorgeous, you feel so good-"
It felt just so natural dripping from his lips.
He'd made the choice to get with her a few years after Degrassi and now?
He was stuck. Bad.
His hands continued to shake as they ran down her thighs.
He didn't think she noticed.
Then she was whispering in his ear, those same things that used to have him begging, crawling back for more. Especially when he wanted to leave.
Zig's skin prickled and he shuddered, biting the inside of his cheek, a smirk slowly settling onto his face.
Then they were rolling over, her on top, a glint in her eyes.
And then he was getting dressed as she laid quietly under the covers scrolling on her phone.
She didn't care about him and he knew that.
But when the shakes came back, Esme knew he'd be back for more.
So she gave him the kiss on the cheek and out he went.
He'd be back.
He always came back.