Page 152 of Fighting the Forbidden

Molly’s comforting tone is full of patience as she tries to calm her friend. “It’s okay. Shhh, you’re okay now.”

Love for Molly explodes in my chest.

Hayden giggles. “Worst sex story ever.”

“Shut up,” Molly hisses.

Darcy murmurs something I can’t make out.

“He’s going to tell everyone,” Kyla whines. “I can’t. I can’t go back to school.”

“No one cares.” Darcy’s sarcastic voice grates on my nerves.

A few seconds later, the four of them emerge from the bathroom dressed in T-shirts or pajamas. Kyla’s in a hot-pink T-shirt that reaches her knees. The Hell I Won’t is spelled out in pink rhinestones across the front. Definitely Hayden’s shirt.

“Come on. Let’s lie down. You’ll feel better,” Molly coos in Kyla’s ear.

“Are you okay?” I ask Kyla.

“Better now.” She flashes me a weak smile.

Still utterly confused, I search the girls’ faces. Which one is most likely to tell me what the fuck happened? Of Molly’s friends, I probably know Hayden the best. She doesn’t seem to be in a chatty mood though.

I glance over as Molly helps her friend into the chair next to the bed. Kyla rests her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. Molly kneels in front of her. “You okay?”

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and hand it to Kyla. “Drink this, hon.”

“Thanks,” Kyla whispers, taking the bottle from me. She sips, then groans and clutches her stomach. “Everyone needs to stop staring at me.”

“We’re just worried,” Molly says.

“What happened, Kyla?” I ask, desperate to drag the information from her.

Kyla groans and sets the water bottle on the floor. “You can tell him,” she whispers to Molly.

Darcy and Hayden throw themselves on the bed.

Molly sighs and stands, keeping her hand on Kyla’s shoulder. The corner of her mouth twitches, as if she’s running over several ways to explain the situation and finding all of them inadequate.

“Did someone hurt her?” I ask Molly.

She stares at Kyla for a few seconds. “Not really.”

“No,” Kyla answers. “Just my pride.”

I blow out a frustrated breath. All this waiting and inaction is killing me. Just tell me who I need to punch.

Molly sighs. “She and Wesley were in an…intimate moment…when she got sick,” she explains in a delicate, halting voice.

“She choked on Wesley’s dick, then puked in his lap,” Darcy says in a dry tone.

“Darcy!” Molly scolds.

“Shut up, Darcy!” Kyla shouts and starts sobbing again.

Hayden falls against the mattress and sighs.

I’ve been in a few fucked up situations in my life. Nothing quite prepared me for this one.

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