She makes no reply, but she doesn’t need to.
We both know it’s true.
Sixteen
Vicky
The sheets are damp. Alex sleeps.
And I lie awake, his cum drying on my thighs, my body sore.
I’m lying in the bed of the man I love, who just fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, even though I told him no. Repeatedly told him no.
He ignored me, and part of me is glad he did.
The other part?
I don’t know what the hell the other part of me is thinking.
That I should leave. That I should stay. That I should unblock his number. That I should skip the state, or maybe the country.
His arm pins me, his hand cups my breasteven as he sleeps.
It’s supposed to be comforting, and maybe it is.
Okay, it is.
But that doesn’t mean Iwantit.
Fuck, I don’t know what I want.
I know what Ineed. I need space. I need time to process this. Time to think clearly, when I don’t have to inhale the scent of our sex, and when my body’s recovered from the abuse it’s taken.
Hespankedme. Pinned me down, andspankedme.
God, it was hot.
No.Nothot. Wrong.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Vicky.
Great. Now I’m arguing with myself.
It’s proof I need to get out of here. I need to be anywhere Alex is not.
I need to go home, because this isnot it.
An apartment I’ve barely seen before? A bed with sheets that I don’t know who’s used?
Hekissedthat bitch. I saw him.
“No,” he said. “She kissed me.”
“That doesn’t make any difference.”
“Yes, it does.”
“You could’ve stopped her.”
