I don’t have time to sit here with my throbbing pussy out. I leap off my nightstand and snatch my panties up from the carpet.
Straightening them out, about to step in, the red stain seeping through the layers of the gusset puts me on pause.
Deep down, I feel like he intentionally left an alternative reminder, knowing the bruise on my thigh would eventually fade.
Or I’m just an over-thinker with too soft of guts that make me fucking spiral.
Probably the latter.
Whining silently to myself, I hurry to put my underwear on and start digging through my messy dresser for shorts.
“Bun-Bun, you ready for some fun-fun?” Xene yells through the wall.
I already had some fun-fun, and I think I’m gonna faint.
My heart thumps a little harder, scrambling to yank up a pair of cutoff overalls all while swirling in circles to find my sneakers past the popsicle stick left to terrorize me.
“Bun? Hey! You in there?” Xene yells again, a solo knuckle knocking on my door.
“Coming!” Leaving one strap off, I shove my feet into my sneakers and spritz some perfume on.
But while shoving my big ole monster feet into my fucking shoes—I realize everyone can see. The giant. Burgundy. Hickey.
I’m sorry. I don’t know why coming on his tongue is flustering me to the point where I can’t just stop and take a breath.
No. Instead, I have a dicey choice of words and feel like I’m swelling to the size of the room.
Rushing to my door with a deep breath, the extra breeze on my midriff reminds me I never put a shirt on.
And I’m already opening the door.
One peek of Xene waiting on the other side with a smile is all I get before I’m slamming the wood in his face and barreling backward to the closet. “Sorry! Not ready! One sec!”
Yanking my one strap off, I rifle through the hangers, the plastic smacking loudly off one another, trying to find my white, ruched crop top that ties at the chest.
“You’ve been home for, like, ever.”
The door screeches open, whipping my big, giant, scared fucking eyes over to Xene leaning against the doorframe.
I have my lacey bra on. Truthfully, he’s probably seen a clearer view of my nipples through the shirts I wearwithoutbras. But his eyes instantly falling to my chest is horrifying.
“Wow. They’re bigger than I thought they’d be.” He stretches a smile on for me, locking eyes like I’m not about to pass away.
Embarrassment chews through my throat, which, naturally, springs tears to my eyes and trembles my hands.
Dark circles come to my rescue, though. Razor’s appearing out of thin air behind Xene and exceeding his height.
He cracks a hand to Xene’s shoulder with a snarl and yanks him back, lowering his malicious eyes down to Xene’s juvenile laugh.
I don’t hear him say anything. I’m looking away and shakily tearing my top off the hanger, going as quickly as I can to get it on without being a huge baby and crying over this.
“I was complimenting her!” Xene yells from the living room.
“The fuck you opening her door for?!” Razor barks, his barbaric rage startling me into a jump.
“Hey, woah! Raze, cool it!” Cash intervenes.
Fumbling to finish tying the bow on my sternum, I blot my eyes to dry them before my makeup can smear, then tug my strap back up and head toward the loud yelling and garbled choking.
