Author's Note: Thank you goes to Sue for giving me the kick in the butt I needed to get writing, and also for being the most awesome person ever who will read what I write and give me her thoughts. Muchos hearts! So, anyway. Read! Enjoy! Review!

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Love Squared - Prologue
- Raythe

"The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of." - Blaise Pascal

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She writhed under his hands, unable to stop the moans that escaped her lips. Her breathing came roughly, spiked with gasps as her breath caught when she tried to inhale. He never let her catch her breath, and her cheeks were flushed with their actions. Neither could she stop the tumultuous feelings that pooled wherever his fingertips trailed.

It was like an attack on her system, and she was going haywire. Completely out of control.

The climax hit when she fell off the bed, him straddled on top of her, but cushioning her fall with his arms. The comforter that had fallen to the floor earlier in the night helped as well.

With her head nearly slamming against the tiled floor, she choked on a laugh, yelling shrilly, "Alright, alright! I give! Damn!"

Her voice was breathy, and her smile was clear.

Throwing back his head and laughing, he exposed the tan column of his throat. Her eyes ate up the sight greedily, finding it both graceful and sensual. With his hands resting on his thighs, the sight of his abs contracting with his chuckling was enough to mesmerize her for the briefest second. Well, hell. For longer, to be honest.

Either way, that moment's reprieve was just enough for her to push back off the floor and flip him onto his back, her legs encasing his thighs. Her weight was just enough to give her the leverage she needed to keep him pinned.

Grinning cheekily, she pushed his shoulders back onto the floor before leaning forward. The tips of her hair slid across the breadth of his shoulders as her lips skimmed his right ear.

"Ready for this?" she whispered.

The sharp inhalation that resounded in the room after her hands went for his armpits, followed by the howl of laughter, was quite satisfying.

Even so, before she could shout a whoop of triumph, he had gathered her up in his arms and thrown her bodily onto the bed they had slipped off of just moments before. She yelped as they rolled across the width of his king-sized bed, only stopping when his back slammed into the wall, and his breath whooshed out.

Laughing, her hands swept smoothly up his bare stomach, past his pectorals – although a pinch to that puckered left nipple was tempting – and around his neck. She laced her fingers loosely as she cuddled closer, grinning into his shoulder when his left arm went around her waist to hold her against him. Her cheeks ought to be sore from all the goofy smiling she'd been doing, she thought vaguely.

Tilting her head back so she could meet his eyes, she brought up the subject that had been at the back of her mind the entire night.

"S-sooooo." Wonderful. Tentative. That "S-sooooo" was so very well articulated. Mentally slamming her head against an imaginary wall, she tried again.

"I suppose this means we're officially boyfriend and girlfriend, right?" She didn't bother meeting his eyes, afraid that all their flirting had meant nothing.

Of course. Boyfriend and girlfriend. The stigma that went with that phrase was so overrated, but she couldn't help labeling what kind of relationship the two had.

She tensed, waiting for his reply that seemed to take eons to surface. Ridiculous. He was male. What could she have been thinking? So they romped around on his bed, tickling each other. So what? He groped her breasts. No biggie. He'd orally assaulted his mother's when he was an infant. Who cared? Agh! She was kicking herself over this. She thought too much, and probably read affection and a potential relationship in something that just wasn't ther--

"Toni, yes."

Her head shot up.

"I mean, how could I miss out on this fine piece of ass?"

And with that, his hand slipped down from her waist to her right butt cheek – and promptly gave it a slap.

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Snorting, Toni wondered how not even two months of knowing this guy had led to this point. Lying on her back, staring at the ceiling of his room while he snored softly, it felt so surreal.

After all, meeting him had been a complete fluke.

An aberration of nature.

Her story had began on a Friday -- a boring Friday in December. Even so, little did she know that her day had been the catalyst that would lead her towards what would be the biggest emotional roller coaster of her lifetime. At least up until that point.

She turned her head, sneaking a quick glance at the man that lay beside her.

It really was surreal, she thought.

Closing her eyes in an attempt to sleep, she barely muffled a shriek when his hand had inched up to cup a breast.

And squeezed.

With narrowed eyes, she sat up and tackled him.

Mmmm. Assault of the lips – what sweet revenge.

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Author's Note: Yeah, I know it's short. xD But I hope it's enough to give you a teaser and keep reading. I know the guy has no name here. It's supposed to be left open just a bit. The real story begins next chapter. xP Anyway, let me know what you think. Review!