“Why do you and Brooks hate each other so much?”
“We’ve never exactlylikedeach other, but after the whole assassination thing—which, who can control what their parents do?—he pretty much wanted to kill me himself. But he also thought that Adelina would write me off, and he’d never have to see me again. I don’t know if seeing me is a reminder of what happened to his father because he was there, standing right beside him, or if he’s just an asshole. But I always tell myself it’s just because he’s an asshole.” She shrugged, walking toward the closet to pull a blazer off the hanger and slip it on over her button-up.
The blazer had the school crest on the left pocket, just like our shirts. Which reminded me to make sure I wore Enzo’s black shirt today. The other day, when I’d opened my closet, I’d found a few more that were now in my size.
She snapped her fingers, breaking me out of my wandering thoughts. “Come on, babes. You’d better get ready. You’re going to be late for class.”
I nodded and groaned while bringing myself to my feet. My legs still felt a little weak after everything.
While I showered, I thought about Enzo. Even with the risk of being late for class, I couldn’t stop myself from dropping my hand between my legs to feel how sensitive I was there.
I slid my finger through the slit, seeing if I could collect any of his cum, and brought the tip to my lips.
I was no longer a virgin.
I’d literally given my soul to the devil.
I shut my eyes, remembering how my father would accuse me of being sent by the Devil to ruin people.
He was wrong.
So very wrong.
I had been senttothe devil.
Enzo didn’t attend American Gothic Lit, and I didn't see him the rest of the day.
For the next class, Headmaster Arisono alerted everyone that classes would be held outside until she said otherwise.
Something about a gas leak and us needing fresh air.
Even Professor Nelson looked confused about the sudden change of classroom plans.
We sat outside, on the grass, as Arisono made sure no one went inside the university. She even had lunch delivered outside in plastic bags. I heard plenty of disgruntled grumbles about that.
Deep in my gut, I had a feeling that whatever had happened with Brooks was connected with us being banned from going inside.
As I sat outside on a blanket, with the sun peeking through the clouds, I admired the beauty of the campus.
Each building had character with thick stone and carvings. The ivy crawling over the walls looked like one more barrier keeping us from the outside world.
When I did try to listen to the professor, I struggled. I stared at the blank screen of my new MacBook, only thinking of Enzo.
My thoughts wouldn’t stop drifting to earlier—when I had been in his bed, wriggling beneath the weight of him, practically suffocating from a pleasure that I’d never felt before.
I never considered myself a sexual person.
Losing my virginity had never held any importance to me. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever marry or fall in love. My past had fucked my head up too much. Every marriage I’d seen was also dysfunctional.
I’d also never thought about intimacy, and as badly as I tried to convince myself otherwise, I felt that with Enzo. Really, every time we’d touched each other, there’d been a twinge of it.
Whether it was toxic intimacy was another matter.
It was toxic. More than toxic. I’d pay for that later. I knew it.
Enzo would ruin me, and I’d never be the same after this. My being a Fawn would mark me for the rest of my life.
All day, I couldn’t stop checking my phone for any notifications from him. Couldn’t stop looking around for any sight of him. Disappointment pinched inside me each time I found nothing.
