Ginny never meant for this to happen. She never meant to get tangled up with Blaise, never meant for their sharp-edged banter to turn into stolen moments and whispered moans, never meant to let him touch her like he owns her, like he’s memorizing her every weakness just to use it against her. It was supposed to be casual, just a game, just a mistake she could walk away from whenever she wanted.
But when she finds herself breathless beneath him, wrecked and undone in ways she never expected, only to have him smirk down at her and casually ask her out after making her come so hard she forgot her own name, she realizes that maybe—just maybe—she’s already lost this game.
And maybe, she doesn’t mind losing at all.
It's just porn, nothing more.