Hands glide down his skin, causing him to shiver in pleasure. They reached his legs, moving them further apart before gripping his thighs. The body against his back stuck close, causing him to feel the heavy breath on his neck and ear. Lips caught his earlobe as he felt it roll against teeth and a tongue. He gasped, trying to move away from the offending mouth.

The mouth followed as the hands on his thighs gripped tighter, creating bruises, "Don't run." A low, husky voice demanded. He cried out, letting tears roll down his cheek as a deep thrust vibrated through him. His legs trembled, feeling heavy from the oversimulation. He lost count of how many times the body over him didn't let him go.

"Please," he begged for salvation. The mouth left his sensitive ear before pushing him down on the soft cover. He turned his head to the side, gasping for air and relief. The body over him bit his neck before bending down, capturing his lips.

He could taste everything on his tongue, making him feel higher than before. The body slowly dragged out before roughly pushing in, causing him to whimper in the mouth, trapping his. "Tell me," the person started, letting his swollen lips go—he could smell what got them here on his lips, "do you like this?" Another thrust pushed through, touching something within him that had him silently screaming.

"I-"

Junior woke up with a start. He was breathing heavily, tightly gripping his cover as he could feel how wet his pants area was. Groaning, Junior covered his eyes, swallowing hard from the dryness in his throat.

Since that day two weeks ago, he could not stop thinking about it. He wanted to regret that day but couldn't due to the pleasure it had rung through him. However, he couldn't stop the guilt that ripped through him like crazy.

What he did was far from right, and he wished he could return to that day and stop himself from making that mistake. He should have left instead of staying. Staying led down to a rabbit hole he could not free himself from.

A knock sounded out the door, "Nephew, are you up? If so, can I borrow your car?"

Ren Yu, his aunt, knocked on his bedroom door. Junior lifted his blanket, glancing at his wet pants with another groan. He wrapped his cover around him, ignoring the problem while walking towards the door. He opened it and glanced at his dressed-up aunt.

"We have other cars, why mine? I do have school today." Junior questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Everyone knows what our cars look like except yours, so let me borrow it."

Junior looked his aunt up and down, seeing that she looked ready to go on a date. "Are you seeing someone?"

Ren Yu freaked, covering Junior's mouth as she looked around, "Shush! The walls here have eyes. Just let me borrow your car; I promise to repay you."

Junior sighed, giving in due to not wanting to stand here longer with hidden wet pants. He nodded his head since his aunt hadn't removed her hand.

Beaming, Ren Yu let her hand go, "Thank you!" She ran off with a skip in his step.

Junior wondered who she was seeing since it seemed she didn't want anyone to know, but decided to stay out of it. He had his own problems he was dealing with. He closed his bedroom door and started getting ready for school.

When he came downstairs, holding his backpack in one arm, Junior saw his father, Song Mu, walking towards the kitchen while chewing an apple. Song Mu looked over with surprise when he saw his son, "I saw your car pulling out and thought you left for school."

"No, Auntie took my car. Can I use one of yours or dad's?" Junior asked.

"Yeah, you can take one of the keys hanging up front. Do you want any breakfast? I can quickly make you something."  

Junior shook his head, "It is fine; I am going to eat at school. Plus, Mo Ping texted me and needed someone to pick her up, so I am getting her on the way to school."

"Okay, have a safe drive, love you."

"Love you too."

Junior walked to the front door, randomly choosing a car key. Once he picked one, he went outside, pushing the unlock button on the key to see which car it was. Three cars rested on the driveway, while the rest were in the garage. He knew the keys hanging up were the ones that belonged to the cars on the driveway.

The key he picked was the black Range Rover parked on the side of the driveway. Thankfully, he didn't have to move any cars and could drive off with zero problems. He threw his bag into the back seat and hopped into the driver's seat, turning the car on and buckling up before driving off.

When he reached Mo Ping's house, he saw her sitting outside on the steps in front of her house. He honked his horn, catching her attention. Looking up and seeing Junior, Mo Ping ran over, opening the passenger side door. "This isn't your car." She greeted.

"Good morning to you, too, Mo Ping. You're welcome for picking you up."

Mo Ping ignored his words, buckling up, and repeated, "This is not your car."

Junior usually drove a low-key car that barely showed that he was rich. People did not know who his dad (Ren Yi) and aunt were, and Junior kept it like that. He didn't even mention how he was close to one of the top wealthy families. Mo Ping, his best friend, knew about his family and wealth, but this was the first time he showed that his family did have money.

However, besides his car, this car didn't even amount to the others at home.

"I know," Junior sighed, "my aunt took it, so I am using one of my parent's cars." He drove off, making their way to school.

"Wow, I am shocked. You could have taken the bus." Mo Ping commented.

"Then who was going to take you to school?" Junior asked. He dreaded coming to school with this car, but what he dreaded most was who he would see at the school.

"You're right," Mo Ping touched everything she could reach in the car since it was her first time in a Range Rover, "well, I hope you enjoy the new attention."

Junior groaned—he hated attention. He was like his father (Song Mu) when it came to a low presence and enjoyed it. But now he felt that this car would bring him to the spotlight. Hopefully, there aren't many people at school since it is early. "Don't jinx me."

Mo Ping raised her hands while showing an innocent expression.

Once they reached school, Junior quickly parked and got out of the car, getting his backpack from the backseat. He closed the door, locking the car, when he saw Mo Ping walking near him.

They quickly walked into the school as Junior glanced around, ensuring no one saw him getting out of the car. When he didn't notice anyone and entered the school, Junior relievedly sighed.

"See, I didn't jinx anything." Mo Ping commented, hitting Junior's shoulder with a smile.

"You know, that is exactly how a jinx starts," Junior explained, hitting back into Mo Ping.

"Stop being superstitious." Mo Ping rolled her eyes.

Junior hit her shoulder harder, causing Mo Ping to stumble as he ran to his locker. "Junior!" Mo Ping yelled, chasing Junior.

He was laughing, glancing back each time as he saw Mo Ping chasing him with a raised finger. He barely paid attention to his front, causing him to crash into someone. The person did not fall but held onto Junior's waist, stabilizing them.

Junior took a deep breath, preparing to apologize, when a familiar scent hit him. He glanced up, only to see that he ran into Ye Zhou. His breath hitched as he heard Mo Ping stopping behind them.

Junior couldn't finish his answer as another broken sob echoed out. The hand moved up, softly holding his neck but never putting pressure on it. Another rough thrust pushed through as the deep voice asked again, "Do you like this?"

"Y-Ye Zhou." Junior stuttered, pushing out of his hold. He took a step back, feeling like someone threw him into lava. Even the feeling of Ye Zhou's hand lingered like a stain. He almost reached to cover his neck, forgetting that the marks already disappeared.

The marks may have disappeared, but Ye Zhou's presence lingered like a tattoo—Junior thought.

Ye Zhou gazed at Junior with dark, intense eyes, causing Junior to shiver from fear (and pleasure). He could feel himself drowning in the memories of that day.

Why did he have to run into Ye Zhou?

Noticing Junior's nervousness, Mo Ping moved beside Junior and grabbed his hand. She bowed in apology, "Sorry for bothering you, Ye Zhou." She pulled Junior, quickly walking off with him.

Ye Zhou could only stare darkly at their attached hands.

Junior could still feel Ye Zhou's intense stare, causing him to tremble. "What's wrong?" Mo Ping asked, feeling Junior's trembling.

"Nothing." Junior dryly swallowed. God, he wishes it could be nothing.

"Everyone fears and admires Ye Zhou due to his family, but you aren't everyone. Your family grew up with his family, so why does it seem you are afraid of him? Did he do something? I don't mind risking my social life by beating his ass." Mo Ping questioned.

Junior choked, almost laughing. Hearing how Mo Ping was ready to fight Ye Zhou made him forget why he wanted to avoid everything about him. "I am not afraid of him; I just don't want anyone to know that he and I know each other." Junior excused his reactions.

Since the start of high school, Junior kept away from Ye Zhou, Yao Yin, Liang Cai, and now even Zeng Guo. They were in the spotlight due to how famous their family was, especially Ye Zhou, and Junior wanted to stay far away from the spotlight.

Now that they are at the end of high school, Junior does not want to change that. But that was not the main reason he didn't want to be anywhere near Ye Zhou—the reason rested on the fact that Junior did something he was guilty of with Ye Zhou.

Sleeping with someone who did not appear in sound mind was terrible—sleeping with someone who is also a family friend is even worse.

Junior wished there was a time machine.

Mo Ping stared at Junior, not believing him, but didn't want to push it, "Just know, if he did do something, I am ready to fight."

"Calm down, bodyguard; I don't need you fighting right now." Junior joked.

"Bodyguard? I am a knight, sir."

"My bad, knight."

Mo Ping jokily slapped his shoulder as they walked to their lockers.

Junior couldn't help looking back, trying to catch the sight of Ye Zhou. He swallowed hard, wishing he could forget the touch that set his whole body on fire.

If only the faded touch on his waist could stop burning.