Chapter 40 - Levana
Two days after Sainttook my virginity, Grace surprised me with a visit. Apparently, her father had agreed for her to check out some of the colleges abroad. So I became her stopover to a few cities in the USA. Now as she followed me into the kitchen, she was abuzz about one that she was considering.
“So, I’ve got a few choices that—”
Her sudden stop mid-sentence had me looking at her. “What?” I frowned, swiping a hand at my mouth. “Do I have milk whiskers or something?” She shook her head, still staring at me. “Then why are you gaping like I’ve grown bigger boobs or something.”
“Because there’s just...” she trailed off, arms crossed over her chest and a forefinger tapping her lip. “By the way, you do have big boobs.” She wiggled her brows. I stuck my tongue out and turned away from her probing gaze. “That’s it,” she shrieked, startling me.
“What?” I jumped.
“Oh. My. God. You had sex, didn’t you? You’re practically glowing,” she all but screeched.
Embarrassment invaded my insides. I felt my cheeks grow hotter quickly. “No,” my voice broke. Clearing my throat, I tried again. “You’re being silly.” My attempt at evading her question was pathetic at best.
“And you’re a freaking liar. Spill now or we’re no longer friends,” she pouted.
Laughing, I shook my head. “A little dramatic even for you, Grace.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t change the subject, Lee. You had sex, didn’t you?” she hedged, leaning closer.
If there was one thing, I’d learned about Grace in all the time I’d known her, she was foolishly persistent yet a sort of bestie I knew I wouldn’t find with others. She was infinitely cool while being suave at the same time and that took practice. She could easily be a queen bee but chose not to. I had a lot to be thankful for and Grace was one of them.
My shoulders sagging in defeat, I nodded.
Her eyes rounded briefly before a liquid smile widened her lips. “Go on then, tell me. She leaned her elbows on the counter, cupped her chin and waited.
I straightened, tension tightening my shoulders. Should I tell her? While I didn’t promise Saint, I wouldn’t tell anyone what happened between us, I knew if I did, his job would be in jeopardy. Even though Winthrop High belonged to his family, I wasn’t naïve to know there’d be other consequences. Like people calling him out for favouring a student because he was sleeping with her or worse, labelling him a paedophile.
“God, Lee, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. You’re all pale and ugly.” Grace mixed humour into concern perfectly, making me smile.
“He’s a teacher.”
“Bloody hell.” Mouth open, she blinked profusely like a cartoon animation. “You leave me for less than six months, and you’re bonking a teacher. Well, I’m super impressed. Please tell me he’s hot.”
I nodded. “Burning.”
“Ooh. Okay, so seeing as I am here and I know there’s the whole Spring Break thing now, why don’t we go to Miami, spend the weekend there and spoil ourselves a little. You know, fun, sun and Miami. We can play catch up?”
I agreed before I gave it any thought. Obviously, I needed to speak to Saint.
After promising Grace we could leave this evening, I took a cab to Saint’s apartment. He’d given me the code to his elevator and said I could drop by any time. When I walked in, he was on a call, so I waited on his deck that had some of the most beautiful views in San Francisco.
