She watches me for a moment, probably wondering if I’ve gone and robbed a bank or got my name on Broken Hill’s most wanted list, but she’d never figure out that it’s worse than that, so much worse. “What’d you do?”
I crash down onto the couch and prop my feet up at the end as Tora takes a sip of her drink. I let her have it. “I’m in love.”
Soda comes spurting out of her nose and mouth and she gapes at me in horror. “What?” she shrieks, trying to mop up the soda. “You’re lying right now. Tell me you’re lying.”
“Believe me,” I say, feeling my world crumble. “I wish I was.”
Tora sighs. “Shit, that poor, poor girl. Who is it?”
I watch her as I scrunch up my face. I’m really not sure if I should be telling her this, but it’s not like she’s about to go and tell the world, I trust her with my life. “You have to promise not to say anything.”
“Are you twelve?” she scoffs. “Would you like me to make a pinky promise?”
I narrow my eyes at her. Would a ‘sure, Jess, no problem’ have hurt? I go to get up, knowing exactly how she’ll react. “Fine, I’ll go and find someone else to talk to about this shit.”
“No, no, no,” Tora rushes out before drawing a cross over her heart. “I’ll behave.”
I consider her a moment before getting comfortable again. “Good,” I tell her, holding out my little finger. “And for the record, I do want you to make a pinky promise.”
Tora laughs but nonetheless, loops her pinky around mine. I smirk back at her. “If you even think about breaking the sanctity of this promise…”
“I know, I know,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “You’ll tell everyone that I was crushing on Mr. Thompson when I was ten and how I was plotting to get rid of his wife so I could marry him.”
I laugh, recalling my fond memories of my childhood. “You know that guy was gross, right? I’ve never seen so much hair on a man in my life.”
“Shut up. I thought he looked manly.”
I hold back vomit. “More like an ape.”
Tora fixes me with a hard stare. “Can we stop discussing Mr. Thompson and start explaining why you think you’re in love with some girl you probably only just met?”
How does she know that I only just met her? I let out a breath, still unsure what to even say. “Fine,” I groan. “But we’re coming back to the Thompson thing.”
“Jesse.”
“Alright,” I cringe. “It’s…” Fuck. “Kaylah Millington.”
Tora flies to her feet, knocking over a bowl of popcorn as she stares at me wide-eyed. “WHAT? Have you lost your mind? Nate is going to kill you. Not to mention, Jackson will too when he finds out you screwed his little sister.”
“How’d you know I screwed her?”
“You’re Jesse. You screw everybody.”
I laugh to myself. She has a point, but we’re not here to discuss my downfalls and bad habits right now. “Can we focus on the issue at hand, please?”
Tora raises a brow. “And what’s that? That you screwed the one girl that’s going to make Nate think you’ve betrayed him and gone to the dark side.”
“No,” I say, sitting back up. “How do I stop having…feelings? I don’t like it.”
Tora gives me a soft smile as she drops back down to the couch. “It doesn’t just go away. Trust me, if they did, I’d make it stop for me, but I can’t.” She lets out a heavy sigh, and I realize that she’s still hurting really bad about her situation with Nate. “When did you start getting these so-called ‘feelings’?”
I laugh. Now, is that really a question she wants me to answer? I think it over for a second and in order for her to completely understand my situation, then it’s a must. “Well, I was eating her out-”
“Woah,” Tora cuts me off, blanching at my opening comments. “I don’t want to hear this shit.”
“You have to,” I insist. “This is the whole reason I like her.”
“Jess,” she groans. “I don’t want to hear how the girl has a golden pussy or how her flaps practically called to you.”
She’s not fucking wrong. Her pussy was more than just golden, it was fucking perfection. “No, it’s much better than that.”
Tora’s face scrunches up as regret flashes on her face. “Let’s hear it.”
Hell, yeah. I dive straight in before she has a chance to change her mind. “So, I was going down on her, right, and man, she gets into it, like really into it. Her whole body was shaking. Her hands were in my hair and-”
“Jess, remember I’m not one of the boys.”
I scoff. What an absurd comment. “Yes, you are. So, shut up and listen,” I demand before picking up where I left off. “Her whole body was like…I don’t know how to explain it, she couldn’t stay still. It was like she was having the fucking ride of her life. I don’t know if I was doing the work or she was.”