“No!”Diya said, cheeks turning redder.“Well, he is, but I don’t like him!”
“You always stare at him in class,” I teased.
“Do not!!!”
“Do too.”
“I do not!”
“Do—”
Diya grabbed a pillow from the bed and smacked me hard in the face with it, sending me back against the mattress.The girls broke out into a fit of laughter as Diya crawled on top of me and began beating me with the pillow.
“Okay, but real talk …” Seraphina hummed.“Have you fucked him yet?”
“No!”she exclaimed a bit too loudly and too quickly.“I definitely have not.”
“You”—smack—“definitely”—smack—“have.”
Ruby placed a hand on Diya’s shoulder.“Diya, it’s okay to like your men a little bit?—”
Diya swung the pillow around, and I ducked out of the way so it hit Ruby right in the chest.Ruby doubled over all dramatically, as if the swing actually hurt her fragile body.And before I could react, pillows were suddenly being swung everywhere.
Pillows hit me from all directions, and suddenly, Seraphina smacked the shit out of Diya and sent her down onto the bed.She landed on the mattress beside me, clutching her belly and wiping away the tears from her eyes.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Diya said between giggles.“Especially my brother.”
“I promise I won’t,” I said.
Because there was a secret that I was hiding from her too …
CHAPTERELEVEN
ASTRID
While waitingfor Cairo in the Dunkin’ parking lot on Monday morning, I fiddled with the black T-shirt that he had lent me, the fabric soft against my fingers.If it hadn’t been for him, I would’ve probably had to walk around Redwood Academy all day with my tits hanging out.
Besides, who knew what perverted teachers would’ve jerked off to me afterward?
Cairo pulled into the lot and parked next to me, giving me a soft, small smile through the window.My heart pounded inside my chest, and I exited my car, grabbed both our coffees from my cupholders, and opened his passenger door.
He furrowed his brow.“You already got them?”
“Yep,” I said.“I wasn’t going to chance you not letting me pay.I know how you are.”
His smile widened a bit, and he undid his seat belt to relax.“Well, thank you.”
“No, thankyou,” I said, tugging his shirt out of my bag.I held it out for him.“I washed it, so no need to worry about my cooties.”
A low chuckle left his mouth.He sipped his coffee and shook his head, his cheeks the lightest shade of pink.“You can keep it.”He shrugged, another laugh leaving his mouth, but this one wasn’t as smooth as the first.“It looks better on you anyway.”
My heart raced, and I pressed my thighs together.“You think so?”
Cairo’s gaze drifted from the dashboard to my legs.“Yeah, I think so.”
I curled my fingers around the hem of my skirt.Why am I so nervous?I wasn’t sure.I had no problem back-talking any of the other guys in The Crew, but Cairo seemed so precious, and I didn’t want to corrupt him.
“What about it looks better on me?”I whispered, my pussy pulsing wildly.
