“Yeah?” she asks, detaching her arms from mine inadvertently making me do the same.
I hate how empty that makes me feel—when her hands aren't on me. Stop it. Get a hold of yourself, Juliette.
“Have you ever…used a strap on?” I already feel the blush rising to my cheeks.
I can't help it, I'm curious. All that research showed me that there's more than one way to have sex, especially when it comes to women.
She blinks slowly, a smile gracing her face. “I have. I've got a whole box if you want to use—”
“A whole box? What are you, a strap on connoisseur?” I scoff, cutting her off. “No way am I using something that has been inside someone else.”
Why did I ask the question? Just the thought of someone else inside her or her inside them makes me feel sick.
I feel fury entering every crevice of my body and malice drenching me and I don't know why. How many people has she been with? Why am I even asking that? It doesn't matter.
You want to know how many people you need to kill.I try my best to ignore my intrusive thoughts.
Adaline gives me a deadpan look. “That’s why I have a whole box genius, so I don't use the same toys for different people.”
Different people. Different. People.
“Can we…use one tonight?” I ask abruptly, shaking my head of any other thoughts.
I want her to be inside me and I want to be inside her. I want it in every way—in all ways possible—on her bed, on mine, and anywhere else she wants it; I just want it with her.
Adaline nods, gulping. “Yeah, Adam is working late, so you can come to mine?”
For some reason, she looks just as nervous as me and that calms my blush down tenfold.
“See you then,” I whisper, trying to contain my excitement.
She just nods, but then like its slow motion, she leans forward and pecks my lips. I find myself stunned by her gentle kiss, but before I can say anything, she's walking out of the bathroom.
I can't fight the wide smile that takes over my face, my fingers tracing my lips completely shocked from that kiss. We've kissed before, but that was so short and sweet.
I run a hand through my hair and try to ignore how fast my heart is beating right now. I wait a few minutes before I begin to walk out of the bathroom myself. Clearly, I'm too distracted as I walk out, because I bump into a rock-solid chest.
I’m ready to destroy this person’s life until I look up and come face to face with Adonis. Talk about bad timing.
“Hey baby,” he says cheerily and before I can respond, he's engulfing me in a hug.
Sometimes, I really forget that Adonis exists. Is that bad? Also why is he so happy? He knows I'm not big on hugging.
“Hey,” I mumble into his chest awkwardly before detaching myself from his hard embrace.
“Are you excited for next week?” he asks smiling.
Next week?
“What's next week?” I voice out my confusion.
His face falls. “Our two-year anniversary.”
Oh no. I completely forgot. I can't help but feel slightly guilty when I see how crestfallen he is, not to mention I've literally been cheating on him when he's probably planned an anniversary dinner for us.
The guilt I feel quickly dissipates when I remember that he literally cheats on me all the time. It's not like he cares about me that much…right?
“Oh yeah, I'm so excited.” I feign my enthusiasm and he doesn't seem convinced.
