Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
In what made him the way he is.
In how he manages to hide it so well.
But most of all, I want to know why I reacted to it the way I did. Because when he took control of my mouth and smeared me with his cum? I burned to touch myself and relieve the ache that throbbed between my legs.
Something brushes against my arm and I jump, then release a breath when Lucy appears by my side. I remove my headphones, letting them hang around my neck. “Oh, it’s you.”
She studies her surroundings and the random students passing by. “Who did you think it would be?”
“No one.”
“I don’t think so. You’re not usually jumpy.”
“I stayed up late.” Which isn’t a lie. “So, traitor, where were you the entire weekend?”
“I told you Reina was having a sleepover at her apartment. Then I went with Mom and Dad to visit Grandma.”
I roll my eyes. “Did Reina make you drink enchanted potions of black magic made of her pubic hair?”
“Ew, no.” Lucy laughs. “It was cool. We talked boys and the squad.”
“Wow. I’m glad I missed the fun.”
“What did you do over the weekend? Besides worshipping serial killers?”
“Haha. Very funny. And that’s exactly what I did.”
She observes me closely as if it’s been ages since she last saw me. “Nothing else?”
“Nope.”
I wish I had the courage to tell her about Sebastian and the dubious things that happened in the forest.
Though we did talk on the phone about the kiss on TV. I called Sebastian a thousand names and cursed him to the darkest pits of hell. Poor Luce had to calm me down and bribe me by giving me her notes for the upcoming exam.
If I tell her that I met the asshole, sucked him off, and let him ejaculate all over my face, she might call me crazy.
Or perverted.
Or abnormal.
Truth is, I’m scared of admitting my feelings concerning everything that happened over the weekend. What if she thinks there’s something wrong with me? In our fucked-up society, men get away with it, but women are always judged for the tiniest perversion, even by other women.
Lucy is generally open-minded, but I’m not sure to what extent when it comes to that small part of sexual fuckery.
And it is a small part. I saw the promise for more in his eyes when he dropped me off that night, and I’m not sure whether I’m excited or terrified.
Maybe both.
Lucy lifts her shoulder. “If you say so.”
“I watched a weird indie movie, though.”
“Oh! What type?”
“Eh, there was a woman who went on a sexual discovery mission.”
She giggles. “Good for her. Maybe you should tag along.”
“Me?”
She taps my arm. “I love you, Nao, but you’re too uptight when it comes to sex.”
“It’s called being cautious.”
“Too cautious maybe.”
“Says the girl who only has sex with the lights off.”
“That’s not a prude thing. I just…don’t want to look at their faces.”
“Yeah, yeah, because you fantasize about Prescott fucking you, not whoever is there.”
She slams her hands over my mouth and searches around us, probably to see if anyone heard. “Shut up. How the hell do you know that?”
I remove her hands, laughing. “Because I’m your best friend, dummy. I know you.”
“I know you, too, and I can tell something has changed.” She narrows her eyes on me. “What is it?”
“The weird movie. It’s stuck with me and I can’t chase it away.”
“Do you have to? If you enjoyed something, it’s allowed to stick with you.”
“I didn’t enjoy it.” My voice is too defensive. “It stuck with me because of the graphic details.”
“Nao, hon, you watch brutal retellings of serial killers’ crimes and you don’t bat an eye, but graphic sex is a trigger?”
Not when it concerns other people, but it might be when I’m the one on the receiving end.
I swiftly divert the conversation to Reina and the cheer squad, and Lucy gladly gets absorbed in the subject as we get to class. For the rest of the day, I avoid the Political Science Department—where the bastard Sebastian studies.
Thankfully, our department, Sociology and Psychological Science, is far enough away that he and I could only run into each other in the cafeteria. So I suggest that Lucy and I have our lunch near a fountain behind the building, where I usually go to escape the witch hunt of the calorie police—aka Brianna and her fat-shaming squad.
But despite my tactical escape, I can’t bail out of cheer practice.
Just when I’m contemplating skipping today, Reina catches me and nearly confiscates my damn headphones again.
When I get to the football field, my senses are assaulted with him. He’s not even close, yet I can feel him.
Lucy is saying something, but I don’t hear a word coming out of her mouth.
My eyes instantly find his light ones. He’s talking to Owen, but his sharp attention is completely on me.