Текст книги "The Line Between"
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CHAPTER TW ENTY-NINE
Dane
“WHERE ARE YOU taking me?”
I looked over at Kennedy in the passenger seat of my truck, and couldn’t resist checking her out. “I told you it’s a surprise.”
“Not even a little hint?” She asked, using her full, pink lips to fake-pout. She looked happy, and excited, and the cavemen inside me pounded on his chest from the knowledge that I’d made her look like that.
“Nope,” I replied. “You’ll just have to be patient, Kitten.”
She pouted some more, and then turned her gaze towards the open road in front of us. Her blonde hair was blowing in the wind, wild, and free, and she had her bare feet on my dashboard. She looked at home, so comfortable, like she’d always belonged there. She was the girl straight out of a country song, and I immediately thought back to the conversation I’d had with my sister about clichés. Kennedy had become my cliché, and I liked how easy it was with her.
It was a hot sunny day, and couldn’t be more perfect for what I had planned. It wasn’t the Thanksgiving I was accustomed to, but I could definitely get used to days like this with Kennedy. Knowing our time was just about up made me frown, but no less determined to make this the best day I possibly could. When I walked away I wanted to know we’d made some kind of memory to hang on to, a moment filled with light kisses, beaming smiles, and perfect, untainted passion. We deserved that. Kennedy deserved that.
After a few miles, I pulled up to a gate and waved when the security guard opened up for us. Kennedy sat up, and looked around at the open, grassy land. I drove a little further until the large lake finally came into view. It was a holiday, and no one else would have been allowed access, but I knew the son of the guy who owned it, and he arranged for us to use it for the afternoon. We were a few miles away from Campus, and guaranteed to be alone and uninterrupted.
“You brought me to a lake?” Asked Kennedy. Unlike most girls who would have sounded disbelieving, she sounded surprised.
“It’s a perfect day for a picnic, and a swim, don’t you think?”
I climbed out before she could reply, and took the picnic basket from the back, along with a red-checkered blanket.
Kennedy stared out at the water. “It’s beautiful. I didn’t even know it was here.”
We walked over to a tall tree, and I laid the blanket down. “It’s closed on holidays like today, but I pulled some strings so we could get in. I have some towels in the truck so we can take a swim after lunch.”
Kennedy’s brows puckered. “You didn’t tell me to bring a swimsuit, and the water is probably freezing.”
“I know.” I waggled my eyebrows. “I plan on keeping you warm.”
“Of course,” Kennedy laughed. That sound had become one of my favorites of hers.
I kneeled down, and started unpacking some things from the picnic basket I had my parents’ personal chef prepare. I’d had it delivered early this morning, right before Kennedy had surprised me with the best non-food breakfast ever. Just thinking about it made me hard.
Kennedy kneeled down beside me, her hands resting on her thighs. She was wearing a strapless peach sundress that ended mid-thigh, and did little to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “How many people are you planning on feeding?”
I looked at all the plastic containers, wondering if I had maybe gone overboard. I wanted to make sure I had a bit of everything that Kennedy liked, including chocolate covered strawberries, and homemade pumpkin pie.
“It’s just us,” I replied. “I wanted to make sure you had a few options.”
Her green eyes turned pensive, and her mouth lifted into a half-smile that told me she hadn’t been expecting my thoughtfulness.
“You’re too charming for your own good,” she said.
I shrugged, and sat down with my legs stretched out in front of me. “I’ve never had any complaints before.”
Her smile dropped slightly, and I cursed my inability to think before I spoke. I didn’t want to ruin this day, our last perfect day together by making a careless remark about other girls I’d been with. No one exited before Kennedy, and anyone who came after her wouldn’t be able to top her. Not ever.
“I’m sure you haven’t.”
We fell into a slightly awkward silence after that, and I wondered if she was thinking about our fleeting time the same way I was. It was hard not to think about but I hadn’t brought her out here for that. I wanted to have fun, and pretend that we had more time.
The melancholy dissipated as soon as we started eating. I laughed at the sounds Kennedy made, and had her blushing beet red when I said she makes the same sounds when she comes. That earned me a spoonful of mashed potatoes in the face, which only lead to more flying food. I caught Kennedy by the waist and pinned her down so that I could get her sticky with half-eaten strawberries and chocolate, and then lick it off her salty skin. We ended up naked in the lake, her body tangled with mine, our mouths licking and tasting until our skin had pruned.
She pushed my hands away when I tried to help her get her dress back on, and laughed because I attempted to fondle her tits.
“You can’t do that here,” she hissed, the smile on her face so perfect I wanted to photograph it.
“You didn’t seem to mind it in the water,” I retorted, cocking my brow.
“That’s because it was under the water, not out in the open.”
“Worried the security guard will get off on seeing me touching you?” I chuckled.
“Nooooo.” She shook her head, making her wet hair bounce. “I’m not into public sex, but it sounds like you might be.”
I took her hips in my hands, and tugged her to my chest. “I’m into sex with you, whether it’s in a bed, on the kitchen counter, on the floor in your bedroom, in the shower…”
Kennedy slapped my chest. “You’re unbelievable…” she paused. “And we haven’t had sex in the shower.”
“Not yet.” I winked.
We sat back down on the blanket, and Kennedy rested her head in my lap. I pulled my fingers through her hair, committing the silky feeling to memory. As we sat there, with the sun slowly setting, my mind wondered to what it would be like to have this, to have Kennedy, permanently. I thought about what our future looked like, envisioning us living together, buying our first house, her with a swollen belly growing with my baby, and later filling our home with kids of our own. I thought about family dinners, and holidays, and growing old with her. I ignored the pang in my chest knowing it would never happen, and allowed myself the rare chance to dream. I’d never thought about my future in that way before, and I knew it was only because of Kennedy that I wanted it.
It should have scared me, to think about all the things most guys shy away from until later in life, but what really scared me, was the thought that that’s all it was – a dream, a thought.
It was never going to be real. There was too much standing in our way, and I wasn’t sure we’d ever be able to wade through it and find each other at the end of it.
CHAPTER THIR TY
Kennedy
THE HOT WATER cascaded down my body, and my mind drifted over the last few days. It had been a whirlwind of events, one bleeding into the next like a domino effect. Jade, and Reid were due back tomorrow and their impending return only reminded me of what was ending.
I shouldn’t have been so upset, but my chest ached, and my eyes burned. I was going to miss Dane. Fiercely.
He’d turned my life into a nightmare growing up, with his cruel jokes, and heartless pranks, but three weeks ago he barged into my private world, unannounced and uninvited, and rocked it on its axis. Only this time, it felt like he’d righted it somehow. He’d carved himself a secret spot, and the thought of someone else taking it over made me sick to think about.
Our past didn’t matter to me, but it did to him, and although I could look past the things standing in our way, there were things Dane didn’t know that could possibly ruin the time he’d given me. He’d end up hating me all over again, and that would be worse after I knew what loving him felt like.
I would hold on to today as long as I lived, because he’d unknowingly given me the most unspoiled memory. It would become the ideal for which I strived, and I’ll come short every time because the man that comes next won’t be able to replicate what would become my dream.
I was in so deep, with no way out, and I knew that when I walked away, when Dane walked away, I would be left to wade in the depths of my feelings for him alone. No one would be there to save me, to tell me to snap out of it, and I’d go back to relying on myself as if Dane had never existed. But in my heart, in my soul, in my very being, I would know he was real, and that he happened to me. Would that be enough? Would I be able to walk away and find something or someone to fill his place? Doubtful, but I had no choice but to try because he wasn’t a permanent fixture, and his abrupt departure was looming on the other side of the upcoming sunrise.
My shower door opened behind me, and the sudden gush of cold air made me gasp. Dane stood there, naked, his face impassive but his eyes hot. His body was tensed, but he moved slowly, shutting the door behind him, and coming to stand behind me. We were enveloped by glass and steam, and Dane was everywhere. He took up all the space, all the air, and I sucked in a breath when his chest hit my back, and his hands roamed my waist. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him just yet, not until I could get a grip on the tumultuous mood I was in. My head was swimming, and I didn’t want Dane to see me so vulnerable, and so emotionally… bruised.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice muted by the thick steam, and running water.
I shook my head, and hoped he’d leave me be just a little longer. I wasn’t ready to look into his eyes, and see my own feelings reflected back.
“Dammit, Kennedy. This radio silence is deafening,” he snapped angrily. What did he want from me? I wasn’t prepared to lay all my cards on the table, at least not now. Telling him I thought I loved him wouldn’t change the inevitable.
“I can’t do this right now,” I said.
He spun me around, bringing us chest-to-chest. “Can’t do what? Talk to me? Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours? Because the way I see it, now is all we have.”
I finally swallowed my pride, and looked up. “You want something I can’t give you, Dane. We’ve had a few amazing weeks together, but they’re over now. Tomorrow we’ll go back to how things were before, we have to.”
“No! They won’t go back to how they were. It’s different now, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to move on from this.”
I closed my eyes, and felt the first tear fall down my cheek. His words were hurting me because they were true. There was a fine line between love and hate, so fine that you didn’t know you’d lost balance until it was too late. I wasn’t sure exactly when I’d lost my balance, all I knew was that he was to blame.
“You have to, Dane. We both have to.”
He gripped my arms, and his blue eyes blazed concealed fury. But who was he angry with? Me? Himself? Destiny?
“I won’t accept that, not for one second. Tell me you want me, and we’ll face the rest together, just you and me.”
My chest constricted, and the thin rope that had been keeping me held together, unraveled. He knew as well as I did that walking away was for the better. We could never be more. Our history made sure of that.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “You know it’s better this way, for both of us. Don’t make it harder. Don’t do that to us. Please.”
He stared at me for a long moment, minutes passing like we had an endless amount of time. His eyes grew wet, and I wanted to comfort him, take him in my arms and tell him I loved him, and that we could face anything and everything together, side-by-side. But I couldn’t.
“It shouldn’t be this way.” His voice trembled, and more tears fell.
“I didn’t plan on falling for you,” I sobbed. “But you barged into my world, and filled it with color. You made it so easy to forget how our story started, and I forgave you, but it’s not that simple. We can’t undo the past, and neither of us are willing to let it go so that we can have a chance.”
My words registered, and his hands dropped to his sides. His body hummed with anger.
“It’s not fair,” his voice cracked. “It’s not fucking fair!”
He turned, and flung my shower door open so hard it cracked. I stood motionless, watching him wrap a towel around his waist, and waited until he was gone before I broke down. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was never part of the plan. Did I know it would end? Yes. Did I think walking away would be so hard, and hurt as badly as it did? Never.
I slid down the shower wall, the water pelting my skin from every direction. My cries were muffled by the water, and I allowed myself the release, if only just this once. My heart had to let go. It was my only option. I couldn’t risk more with Dane, even if there was a way, because I wouldn’t survive him. I was barely surviving him now.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat on the cold floor, and wept. The water had turned cold a while ago, but I didn’t want to leave the safety of the shower and face what was waiting for me outside.
The shower door opened, and the water stopped. I felt two arms wrap around my body, and lift me up. I was soaked, but Dane didn’t seem to mind it as he carried me towards my bed. I only opened my eyes when he laid me down on my bed, and slipped his earphones into my ears. He said nothing, but the song that started playing was telling me what he couldn’t. Ellie Goulding’s voice started playing through the earphones, and I knew the song well. ‘Be Mine’ was so perfect for this moment. It was our goodbye.
Dane switched off my bedroom light, and left my curtains open. The moonlight bathed his body, and my eyes tracked his movement until he was crawling over me. I parted my thighs, sighing when Dane rested his entire body on mine. His hands touched me everywhere, tracing my curves, committing the feel of my skin to memory. Our eyes clashed, and our mouths connected in an unhurried brush before our tongues collided. Our bodies moved, and his hips lifted so that he could slide into me. I felt, rather than heard, him exhale, his warm breath touching the skin along my neck. My arms curved around his shoulders, and I rolled my hips, taking all of him until every part of us was touching. His movements were slow, controlled, and he raised his head so that he could look at me. The song on his iPod stopped, and I removed the earphones so that I could hear nothing but us, our heavy breathing, the sheets rustling.
Dane pressed soft kisses against my mouth as he pushed in, and out, in and out. Of all the times we’d had sex this hurt the most, only because it wasn’t just sex. He was making love to me, cherishing me, showing me what he felt. It was so intense, so raw, and so beautiful that my eyes welled up again. Nothing would ever feel so perfectly imperfect ever again, no one would ever come close to knowing me the way he did.
He cupped my butt with one hand, and entwined the other with mine next to my head. He pulled back, and then entered me so deeply that I opened my mouth with a silent gasp. I was close to that precipice of euphoria, but I didn’t want it to end too soon, so I squeezed him in an attempt to slow him down. He wouldn’t have it though. His thrusts continued at the same slow, torturous pace, hitting me deep every time. I arched my neck when the first tremor hit my body, and prayed that it wouldn’t end just yet.
Dane grunted, resting his sweat-damp forehead against mine, and I caught the lone tear that traveled down to his lips with my mouth. He was breaking, and so was I, but this moment was still unbroken, and I would keep it close to me.
The words ‘I love you’ were on the tip of my tongue, but Dane swallowed them with a gentle caress of his tongue. Maybe he already knew I loved him, maybe saying it out loud was unnecessary. Our bodies said it all, at every point where our bodies connected, where his skin rubbed against mine, where his eyes touched my face, where his heart raced in time with mine. He was reaching into me in every way, and taking ahold of my heart, and my soul, and taking a piece of both.
With one final, shaky thrust we came together, our mouths falling open as we trembled wordlessly, his tears mixing with mine. That was the moment I gave myself to Dane, every single part, and accepted that I would always be his.
We stayed like that until I shivered from the coldness that had fallen over us. Dane lifted me, and moved the duvet so that he could cover us. Our silence was telling, neither of us feeling the need to spoil anything with useless words, and we stayed awake, staring at each other until his alarm went off the following morning. He pressed me close, kissed me like it was the last time he was ever going to touch me, and then left.
It was the worst goodbye I’d ever had, and I cried into my pillow until I was all out of tears. It was over.
Dane and I had run out of time.
CHAPTER THIRT Y-ONE
Kennedy
I WAS MAKING something to eat when Jade stumbled out of her bedroom. She’d arrived home shortly after Dane had left, and I didn’t want to see her until I was sure I’d be able to talk to her without wanting to tell her everything that had been going on. She was after all my closest friend, and the need to talk to her, confide in her, was only natural.
“Hey, girly.” I gave her tight-lipped smile. “How was your trip?”
Jade pulled her messy black hair from her face, and tied it into a topknot on the top of her head. “It was the longest four days of my life. But we laid my abuela to rest, and gave her a proper send off. How about you? Anything interesting happen in my absence?”
That was a loaded question if ever there was one. I wanted so badly to tell her about all of it, about Dane and me, and how the last four days had been the most bittersweet I’d ever had. But I couldn’t, so I lied.
“Nothing major, except that I fell down the stairs the other day, and twisted my ankle. That’s about as much excitement as I’ve had.”
The lie tasted sour as it spilled from my mouth with ease. This was the part I hadn’t really thought about though, what I would tell Jade when her questions didn’t have simple answers. It made me wonder what I was so afraid of? Did I think Jade would judge me? Was I worried about what other people would think if they knew?
It made me sick to think of Dane as my dirty little secret because I wasn’t ashamed of our…what did I even call it? Affair? Relationship?
It didn’t matter now, I guessed. I had to move on.
“Chase told me Grady is awake,” remarked Jade, interrupting my inner battle. Talking about Grady, and Chase was a safer topic, so I welcomed it.
“Yeah, I saw him the day I hurt my ankle. We should go see him, he’ll want to know how your trip went.”
She sighed, and took a seat at the breakfast counter. It was only twenty-four hours ago that Dane had taken me on that very spot and the fresh recollection sent a stab of pain straight to my chest. Our apartment was now filled with memories of us, and I had to figure out how I was supposed to keep living here without thinking about him constantly. Maybe after some time it wouldn’t be so difficult, and I could think about it with fondness rather than longing to have it again.
“I don’t think I want to talk about it,” said Jade. “But I could definitely do with a good dose of laughter, and gossip.”
“That makes two of us,” I replied. “I’ll send him a text, and let him know we’re coming.”
Jade smiled, but it was as fragile as mine had been, and I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to her trip than her grandmother’s funeral. She hadn’t mentioned Reid yet, and that was unlike her. Whatever it was, I couldn’t expect her to open up to me if I wasn’t prepared to do the same.
“We need to get out of here for the day,” I suggested. “I need to go shopping for a new winter wardrobe.”
Jade perked up at the idea. “Yes!” Her response was a little too enthusiastic, and hinted that she might have been just as desperate for an escape as I was. “I haven’t been shopping in forever. We’ll stop by to see Grady, and then head into Brighton for the day.”
“Perfect,” I replied, finishing my breakfast.
We got dressed, and after I’d let Grady know we were coming, Jade and I climbed into her Audi and hit the road. Just leaving the university campus made me breathe a little easier.
Grady was propped up in his hospital bed when we arrived. He was mercilessly flirting with one of the male nurses who blushed furiously, and smiled shyly after we’d interrupted them.
“I’ll check on you a little later,” he told Grady.
We grinned – and it wasn’t forced this time – and rushed to Grady’s bedside so we could hound him for details.
“Now is that any way to greet your injured friend?” He chided, looking between Jade and me. “Lay some sugar on me you sexy bitches, I’ve missed your crazy asses.”
His face was already looking better, his bruises starting to turn yellow, and seeing him in high spirits was like a balm to my shattered heart. It was exactly what I needed, and I sensed what Jade needed too.
“Okay, Miss Barcelona, you first. I want all the dirty deets because I just know you have some.” Grady wiggled his eyebrows, and Jade looked away. Her reaction was a little confounding, and she looked…uncomfortable.
“I’m going to grab some crappy cafeteria coffee, and let you two catch up, okay?” I smiled at Grady, and he simply nodded his head. I was glad if Jade could confide in him. I wasn’t sure I’d be of much help given my own circumstances, and I trusted that Grady would be able to give Jade some sound advice, or be a good listener at least.
I sat down at a small cafeteria table after buying a latte – which wasn’t nearly as disgusting as I’d expected it to be – and stared out the window overlooking the expansive hospital grounds. It was another beautiful day outside, unseasonably warm, and sunny, just like it had been yesterday.
As hard as I tried not to dwell on it, my mind kept flashing back to my day at the lake, determined to keep all of it on a constant replay. Why was it that when we tried to forget something or someone, our minds were hell bent on making us remember? It was like I had no control over my own thoughts, and it was doing little to help me sort myself out.
The chair opposite me scraped along the floor, and I looked up just as Chase took a seat. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since the night Grady was brought in, and even when Grady had woken up Chase had called Dane, if only by default. He’d made no other attempt to speak to me, and I wasn’t sure if I’d done something wrong, or if it had something to do with Dane.
“Hey stranger,” I greeted.
“Hey yourself,” he replied, leaning back and placing his hands behind his head. His blond hair was cut a little shorter, and he was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, and a green polo. Maybe pre-Dane I would have been attracted to him.
“Did you have a good Thanksgiving?” I asked awkwardly, fiddling with a packet of sugar. I realized belatedly that it was the wrong question. Chase was going to ask to ask me about my Thanksgiving, and I was going to have to lie to someone else I had come to really care about.
“It was good,” he replied. “They allowed us to eat in Grady’s room, so we could all be together.”
“He must’ve enjoyed that,” I laughed half-heartedly.
“He did.”
Chase watched me closely, his eyes probing. It made me shift in my seat because he was acting strangely, and I wasn’t used to such coldness from him.
“Did I do something wrong?” I blurted out, buckling under his scrutiny. If he was angry with me then he should have just come out and said it, been an adult about it rather than ignore me like a prepubescent teenage boy.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “You tell me.”
“Listen, Chase, I don’t know what your problem is, but if you have one, just say it. I don’t have time to try and read your mind.”
“The last time you were here, you walked in on me and Dane having a…disagreement. I was hoping the crap he insinuated wasn’t true, but I’m starting to think I was wrong.”
I frowned as a sense of unease seeped into my skin. “What insinuations?”
He chuckled, but it was a dark, and hollow sound. “I had a feeling that you were going to try and play dumb.”
I bristled at that. “Oh for goodness sake, Chase. If you have something to say stop being a coward about it and spit it the fuck out.”
He leaned forward, and rested his arms across the table. “Did you fuck him?”
My head snapped back at his harsh tone, and I scowled. “What business is it of yours?”
“Answer the damn question, Kennedy,” he snapped. I stared into his green eyes, and wondered where the hell my friend was, because the guy in front of me was a complete stranger.
“No,” I spat back. “I will not answer the question, Chase. It’s none of your business. Why are you acting this way?”
“Because if it’s true, I want to congratulate him for beating me to it.”
My jaw dropped, and I felt like the wind had been knocked out of my lungs. I had never seen Chase behave this way, not even towards a girl, and I had no clue what was going on with him. All I knew is that his words hurt, and without knowing it he’d managed to make me feel like Dane had used me, like I was a cheap whore who spread her legs the minute someone like Dane had asked her to. He didn’t understand, and he never would. No one would.
I stood up, my latte long forgotten. “I have no idea who are right now, Chase, because my friend would never make me sound or feel like a whore, and if that was your objective, you should congratulate yourself for achieving it.”
His face fell, and I turned around to walk away. I heard his chair scrape the floor again, and almost punched him when he grabbed my arm.
“Kennedy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean – ”
I put my hand up, and his mouth snapped shut. “I don’t care, Chase. I have nothing to say to you, and until you accept that we’re just friends, and apologize for being so hurtful, I’m not sure I ever will.”
I tugged my arm from his grasp, and walked away feeling completely shredded, and humiliated. How much more was I going to have to deal with before I’d decided it was enough?
WHEN JADE AND I left the hospital and headed into Brighton, we were both in pensive moods. We distracted ourselves with shopping (a lot) and by the time it was time to go home, we were hesitant.
“I think we should book a hotel room,” said Jade. “I know we have classes tomorrow, but I’m all for blowing them off for a day at the fucking spa.”
I wasn’t one to easily skip class, not unless I was on my deathbed or something equally life threatening, but a day at the spa was pretty damn tempting, albeit a poor way of dealing with our feelings. I would do anything to keep from facing the storm of colliding emotions destroying my insides. I wanted one more day, just one more, before I came to terms with how my life had changed because of Dane Winters, and how my heart would never belong to anyone else.
Jade pulled out her phone, and reserved a suite at the Ritz-Carlton before I could protest.
What the hell, we could both use some girl time, and would worry about what awaited us at school when we got back. For one night we could pretend everything was peachy.
“Done,” she said, sounding resolute.
“Fine by me. Bring on the copious amounts of alcohol, and fine dining.”
“A girl after my own heart,” laughed Jade.
We loaded her car with all our shopping bags, and checked into the hotel. Our suite was pretty swank, with a private living room, and master bedroom that was to die for. We both showered, and changed into the complimentary terrycloth robes. After our third bottle of white wine, we were past tipsy, and had taken to sitting on the floor in the bedroom, rather than on the bed. Jade sniffled next to me, and when I looked at her I saw her eyes were red, and puffy.
“Are you okay?” I asked gently, trying not to slur my words. Maybe all the wine was a bad idea.
“No,” replied Jade, shaking her head.
“You want to talk about it?”
She hesitated, mulling it over, and the promptly blurted out, “I had sex with Reid.”
My eyes bugged out, well at least I think they did. They felt heavier, so I couldn’t be sure. I wasn’t sure what to say to that so I ended up spilling my own dirty secret.
“How convenient because I had sex with Dane. Several times.”
Jade stared at me like I’d grown another head, and then fell over in a fit of drunken giggles. “We make quite a pair, don’t we?”
“Yeah,” I sighed, downing the remainder of my wine. “We’re both a complete fucking mess because of a boy. We’re officially those girls.”
Jade righted herself, and rested her head on my shoulder. “Guys suck.”
“That they do, and they’re pretty damn good at it, if you catch my drift.” I tried to wink, but soon gave up when I only ended up doing a weird twitchy thing.
“I knew there was a freak inside you,” snickered Jade.
“Oh Dane’s a freak alright.”
“Oh my God, you’re worse than I am.”
I shrugged. Despite my slight intoxication, it felt good to be able to talk to Jade so openly, especially if we weren’t going to remember it in the morning.
“I think I’m going to become a lesbian.” Jade yawned.
“Me too. Maybe Grady can give us tips on how to flirt with people of the same sex.”
“I won’t need to. You can just be my bitch.”
“As long as I’m on top, I don’t care.”
Jade lifted her head, and after a brief moment of looking at each other, we burst out laughing until our faces were damp with tears.
I knew neither of us was crying out of joy, but it still helped knowing I wasn’t going through this completely alone.
