’ With that, Aren ushered Gin out the door of the apartment, locking it behind himself. If his plan went as he hoped, they wouldn’t be back in the...e for a few days at least. He flashed Gin a killer smile as they descended the staircase. ‘Ok, doll, this is going to take a while. You should sleep.’ ‘I’m not that tired right now, though. And don’t you want my rambling chatter to keep you company?’ she half-heartedly protested. ‘I’d love the company, but you look dead. A cute dead, but still dead.. That’s it. No wonder they look like ghosts. Unhappy ones. Of course they’re pale. Where’s the sun, anyway? And it’s not even winter yet.She had hated London. Too many people. Too many horses and carriages. Smelly. Dirty. Noisy. Oxford, on the other hand, seemed to her to be just about the right size despite the mud and the cold and the food. Already home to almost two dozen or so colleges that made up the famous University of Oxford, its streets were full of students from all over the. ”SLAP!!! I’d not had any time to say anything … she’d slapped me very hard.“dammit tanya” I said rubbing my cheek with my palm.“I warned you”I was furious… she was justifying it. “So did I.” I slapped her. As hard as I could… yeah I was a guy and a bit stronger than her but I didn’t hold back cause she’d slapped me so hard I was’nt sure I’d match her even if I tried. And I didn’t. Not anywhere as hard as I’d slapped him. A thin strand of her hair came in front of her face. She touched her cheek. We fell onto the couch, her underneath me, and she pushed my head away.‘Let’s do this, Becky.’ She unbuttoned my blouse, pushing it down to my wrists where I wiggled it loose. She undid my bra, and held it up with one hand, still covering my breasts. She teased my nipple through the fabric, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I slapped her hand away lightly, and my bra fell onto the couch cushion. She was now working on her top, taking it off over her head, and unhooking her lace bra with one fluid.