It's The Thrill.

Sierra was one hell of a girl. Piercing light blue eyes, light ashy blond hair, and sun-kissed tan skin. She was intelligent beyond her years, witty, and an all around catch. But Sierra could never stay put in one place.

She was always rearranging her things. She was constantly moving into new apartments around the city of Phoenix, Arizona. She constantly had a new boyfriend hanging off her arm, as well.

But there was one thing in Sierra’s life that had always been there and that had never changed. And that, was me.

I can’t tell you honestly how long Sierra and I have known each other or long we have been meeting like this. All I can tell you is that there was no indication of anything changing.

I currently sat on the couch in my little apartment, mindlessly strumming on the light wood acoustic guitar that sat in my lap.

Currently, Sierra had found herself a new boyfriend of the month week. He was some stuck up kid who you could tell thought he was tough. His name was…Scott? Steve? Shane? Whatever the hell it was, I didn’t understand Sierra’s interest in him. I never understood why she bothered because she always came right back to me.

Sure, I’d seen them together. Walking down the street, at parties, at the mall. He’d walk around with his stupid baseball cap on to the side, acting like a big shot. I couldn’t help but smirk when I saw them walk by, knowing that no matter what, I had Sierra in the only way that mattered to her.

After sitting on the couch for five minutes strumming the same tune over and over, I heard loud knocking at the door and stood up, walking over to open it, only to be faced with none other than Sierra herself.

I smiled and let her in, bringing her into the living room.

She smiled as she took a seat on the beat up sofa, staring up at me.

I took the seat next to her and bit my lip, before smirking.

“Maybe we should slow it done a little.”

She laughed and smirked.

“Are you sure, Slade?”

I was about to nod when she stood up off the couch and stood right in front of me. She hovered over me and smirked as she began to undo her sweater, button by button.

The light blue cashmere fell to the floor along with my jaw and I once again found myself giving in to her games. As the clothes hit the floor, I smirked to myself. Who am I kidding, I could never say no.

Mentally, I’d always found it easier to blame Sierra for my ways. Hell, she was the one coming to my apartment and practically stripping in front of me. She was asking for it. Sure, she’s to blame. But who’s keeping score?

As we skipped around the bedroom and finally found the comfort of the bed, I couldn’t help but grin. My hands moved over the familiar territory and contours of her body, knowing that this wasn’t the first time and most likely not the last.

We moved together like some perfectly choreographed synchronized dance. A dance that both of us had grown to love, crave, and overall, need.

Sure, she had her games. But hey, so did I. I wasn’t in this to win Sierra’s undying love. I wasn’t in this to get her to break up with her boyfriend for me. I was in this, quite simply, for the thrill.

I loved being the other guy. I loved being a secret. I loved being that chance to break up her relationship. I wanted to be the reason her relationships crumbled to pieces, because I knew no matter what that it was just a cycle, and she would be back begging for more before I knew it.

Sometime during our rendezvous, someone began to knock on the door. The both of us shot up, wrapped up in the blankets and sheets. We stared at the door and then back at each other. And then we would laugh.

“Now, where were we?”

There was a part of me that wished it was him at the door, waiting to come in and find Sierra just where he expected: with me.

Now that’s a sight I would pay to see.

Whenever we would decide we were done, it would go how it always did. Sierra would get up, get dressed, kiss me, say goodbye, and walk out of my apartment.

Until next time.

So when she walked out this time, I sat up and got dressed myself. I walked back into the living room, picking up the same guitar I had been strumming earlier. It was as if it had never happened. Sierra and I went back to living our lives, and no one would ever know.

My fingers moved over the strings, making the guitar play some sweet sounds, and I couldn’t help but smirk to myself.

To some it may seem like the end, but to me, it was only the beginning. And I couldn’t wait until the next round. It was moments just like this one where a particular thought rang through my head.

Let the games begin.

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