My mouth waters, but I want to shake my head in mortification. The clenching of my core answers before I can utter a word.
“Suck.”
I do, tentatively, just so I don’t drool like a dog.
Tasting myself on him is a strange, out of body experience. But I don’t stop.
I can’t.
It’s like my tongue wants to express something after the sensation he just brought me.
Aiden pops his fingers out as suddenly as he thrust them in, leaving me dazed and still slumped against the car, breathing harshly and unevenly.
Then he does something that shocks the living bejesus out of me.
He drops a gentle kiss on my nose.
His eyes are still dark, but they’re a lot clearer when he says, “Good girl.”
For the rest of the week, neither Aiden nor Xander shows up at school.
They were both suspended.
According to the gossip, Coach has them in a private camp until the end of their suspension as his form of discipline.
No coach would want his two star players at each others’ throat. Especially not in the senior year.
Me? I’m just happy I get space from Aiden.
After unravelling all over his fingers during that rainy night, I need more than space.
I need a continent between us.
How could I give in to him? Climax even?
He’s a sick monster. He’ll only hurt me.
Destroy me, even.
So why the hell can’t I stop thinking about that night?
Aiden still sends the usual dirty texts about what he’s thinking about doing to me once he returns. They get cruder and more taboo by the day. I never read them in front of Aunt and Uncle.
The bastard is ruining me and I have no way to stop it.
Since Aunt and Uncle work over the weekend, I decide to sleepover at Kim’s on Sunday. We have a math test in a few days, so we spend some time studying.
Kim’s house is on the upper-class side. Their neighbourhood screams of wealth and it’s filled with aristocrats and new money. I stand in Kim’s bedroom and stare out the balcony. Xander’s house is across from hers. I can’t begin to imagine what it feels like to be neighbours with your bully.
Aiden’s house is down the street. It’s huge and imposing and… lifeless. No one comes in or out.
Aiden must still be at his camp.
Not that I care.
Yellow by Coldplay blasts from my phone and Kim hums along with it as she fishes into her closet.
We just put Kirian to bed after we goofed around with mac and cheese. Kim’s mother is in her studio and is not to be disturbed when she’s chasing after her next masterpiece.