He chuckled and I joined in.
“If y’all kidnapped me to stage an intervention I would’ve broken your faces and left you unable to reproduce.”
Enoch eyed me with mock hurt, and I rolled my eyes. The front door suddenly opened, and I tried to remove my hand from Enoch’s, but he squeezed tighter, pulling me into his side.
“Oh, hey,” his dad looked up, probably startled to see us standing right by the front door, and adjusted the grocery bag in his hand so he could lock the door behind him. “You guys want some ice cream? I grabbed vanilla to do some banana splits.”
“Yeah, sounds great. Shy?”
“Um, no thank you, sir.”
His dad shrugged passing us in the hall, calling over his shoulder, “Jae. Banana splits. You want one?”
“Yes!”
“I’ll doctor ‘em up and bring them into the living room.”
Enoch thanked his dad, and I watched him walk away into the kitchen. Enoch tugged us forward.
I leaned over to Enoch’s ear. “So, Jae thinks I’m doing drugs too?”
“Um, yeah. Well, I mean, he was kind of the one who thought you were high a while back. That night you came for the sleepover. He thought that you were giving off vibes…” Enoch trailed off, stopping just outside the living room to look at me.
I cringed, chewing on my cheek, not wanting to lie to him because he was definitely right.
“Oh,” Enoch nodded slowly, reading my silence as confirmation that Jae was right.
“I swear, I’m not usually doing things like that. It was just an edible. I was nervous about coming over and it’d been a week since…Javier died.”
Fuck, stop lying, Shiloh.
“It’s okay. I believe you. Just don’t tell him he was right. That fool has way too big of an ego with his ‘vibes’ he gets. He doesn’t need to know he was actually right for once,” Enoch chuckled.
I nodded and motioned for us to head inside the living room where Jae was waiting to start another episode. My cheeks felt hot as Jae peeked over his phone at our intertwined hands, and Enoch pulled me down so that I was seated right beside him. Our thighs were touching, and it sent butterflies pulsing in my stomach.
Fucking hell. He likes me! He actually likes me. ME.
I realized I was smiling and quickly blanked my expression. Enoch pulled his fingers away from mine. I was momentarily sad but then he slid his hand over my thigh, his fingers giving me a soft squeeze before settling into a rhythmic stroke of his thumb back and forth over the fabric of my leggings. My heart skippeda beat, and I prayed he didn’t try to hold my hand again because it was sweating with nerves.
Jesus. Holy Fuck.
I tried to pay attention to the show but all I could think about was the fact that he was touching me.
Knock it off, Shiloh. You’re not a fucking virgin and he’s never going to actually touch you.
Oh, fuck.
Reality came crashing down on me and the urge to vomit was suddenly overwhelming, again.
I’m such a fucking piece of shit. I’m leading him on like a fucking cumwipe fuckwit. And if Carlos found out that I had a boyfriend? That I was pursuing someone other than Theodore?
FUCK!
I can’t just pretend that I’m normal. And he fucking begged me not to lie to him.
That’s all I fucking do. Lie. Lie. Lie. And lie some fucking more.
My eyes pricked with tears, and I closed them trying to hold them back. My throat ached with the urge to cry.
