Breaker:What about you, do you like . . . the tip?
Lia:Uh, wouldn’t know, you know, since I haven’t done it.
Breaker:You would like it. I know you would. I can see it in your eyes. Fuck, I bet you give the best head.
My cheeks flush again, and I’m so unsure of what’s happening that I consider walking over to his apartment to see if he’s okay. Instead, I just text him back.
Lia:So far, reviews aren’t in my favor.
Breaker:Because you’re sucking the wrong dick.
Lia:Apparently.
Breaker:What did he do? Did he get to taste you?
Lia:No.
My breath picks up, becoming more labored as I wait for him to text me back.
Breaker:Good.
Good? I sit up now as I stare down at my phone.
Breaker:He doesn’t deserve to taste you.
I glance over at the wall we share as if I can see through it. What’s he doing? Is he home?
Lia:Is everything okay, Breaker?
Breaker:You tell me.
Lia:What is that supposed to mean?
Breaker:Why are you texting me and not fucking Brian right now?
My palms sweat, my fingers slide along my phone, nothing making sense, but also, the sound of his sultry voice from earlier repeats in my head.
Lia:We got in a fight, and we’re taking a second to cool down.
Breaker:Did he say some bullshit about you again? I swear to God, I will end him if he did. You’re so fucking beautiful, Lia. Don’t let him make you think otherwise.
I drop my phone onto the couch and stand, my heart racing.
What is actually happening?
This is Breaker. We always stand up for each other, but this feels different. Itsoundsdifferent.
My phone buzzes again, and I see that it’s from Breaker. My mind tells me not to look, but my heart is begging me to.
The heart wins out.
Breaker:What did he say to you?
I pace the length of my living room as I text him back.
Lia:Just asked me if I’m having some sort of crisis because of my haircut and my questions about sex.
Breaker:Bro is a goddamn fool. He should be fucking you every chance he gets, especially with your new hairstyle. So sexy, Ophelia, fuck . . .
