GlowStick
So are you still alive? Or did Harry break you in half?
Kane
Alive. Sore. Can’t feel my legs, thanks for asking
Harry
That’s not a complaint, is it?
Kane
Maybe a little. Walking’s overrated anyway
Harry
Your body was begging for it
Breadstick
I can’t stop thinking about that mouth
Kane
You’re all trouble
GlowStick
And you loved every second of it. Admit it
Kane
I did
Harry
Good. Because next time we’re not stopping at the quarry
Breadstick
Next time we’ll make sure you’re screaming even louder
GlowStick
Hope you’re ready, Kane. Your pussy’s ours again soon
Kane
Then you better be ready to catch me
Chapter Eight
Leila
“I swear, if Professor Dean assigns us one more essay, I’m going to lose my mind,” Abigail whines, stirring her iced coffee with unnecessary violence. “Like, I get it, art reflects society, but can’t we just appreciate that some paintings are pretty without analyzing them to death?”
I nod absently, only half listening to her as we sit in our usual corner booth at the coffee shop on campus. Underneath my oversized sweater, the heart pendant is warm against my skin, and I keep catching myself touching it through the fabric.
