There’s no way I’ll refuse her, but I still take the moment to get something else I want. “If you’ll leave with me after.”
“Yes,” she responds as I move my hand under her skirt and push her underwear aside, slipping my finger inside her as her hands clutch my biceps.
“Hm. Warm, wet, and tight.”
As I pump my fingers in faster, she hooks her arms over my shoulders, her mouth crashing to mine as she rides my hand. I can’t wait to be inside her any longer, so I unbutton my pants and swiftly push inside her, pumping until we both come.
She’s breathing heavily as her head drops to my chest. When she glances up to me, I see reality—that hollowness behind her eyes—invading already.
“Time to go,” I kiss her as she adjusts her skirt. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
She follows me out of the library before disappearing into the bathroom, I wait by the door as the bell rings and students shuffle to class.
When she exits, she rolls her eyes at me. “It’s like you’re attached.”
I bend down, putting my shoulder in her stomach, then lift her and carry her out the door.Entirely.“Maybe a little.”
Once we’re beside my car, I put her back on her feet and she gets into the passenger seat. I’d finally talked her into riding with me in the mornings instead of bringing her own car, which was a big step I felt.
She asks, “Where are we going?”
“Lunch.”
“We just left lunch.”
And she hadn’t touched her food. “A better lunch.”
I drive us to the Cracked Pirogue. She gets out of the car, a smile on her face. “No complaints here. I’ve been craving their food since last time.”
The conversation at the table is minimal, but she eats every bite on her plate.
Afterwards, I drive to the Lakefront and park along the shoreline. “Figured we’d wait before heading back to the house.”
She has a vacant stare fixed on the water before she blinks and unhooks her seat belt, then reaches over to kiss me. Climbing over the console, she straddles my lap, unbuckling my pants before I take her hand and pin it behind her back.
“You’re already wanting more?”
She hums, “And you don’t?”
I push the hair off her shoulder. “I always want you. But you’ve barely said a word other than asking me to fuck you. I’ve had my dick inside you more than not.”
“Wow, didn’t know that’d be a problem.” She scrambles off of me and into the passenger seat. I can deal with the anger. It’s better than her pretending she’s fine.
“You don’t have to hide from me.”
She stays turned away as she says, “Forgetting about all of it is the only thing I want to do.”
I want to ease her pain, but I don’t want her to forget herself too.
65
IVY
It’s been two days since the last time we had sex in the library. And I hate to admit how much sexual frustration I have pent up inside me right now.
I’m lying on a bench, waiting on the final bell, when Coach shouts, “Time for the pep rally and memorial. Everyone to the gymnasium now.”
Should those two events really be combined? I know Brooke has talked about a memorial service for Remy all week. But I didn’t realize the pep rally would be happening at the same time. Regardless, I won’t be attending. Half the school doesn’t remember he was here, and the other half is saying things likehe was such a great guyanda caring dude. He was funny, vulgar, and loyal, but he wasn’t exactly a classy, gentle nobleman. Everyone only wants to see good in people when they’re dead, but we should work harder at that when they’re alive.
