Page 88 of Cruel Devil

She giggles.

Giggles.

Shit, she’s high as fuck, isn’t she?

“Sorry,” she stage-whispers. “It’s just so…silky in here. Feels like I’m gonna slide off and land on the floor.”

“I don’t like cotton.”

“Why so defensive?” she says through another giggle. “Didn’t say I minded. Feels kinda nice.” She starts kicking her legs, moving them all over the satin sheets.

I’m annoyed—but not surprised—when she kicks me again. I grab her thigh, trying to get her to stop wriggling around like a kid on a sugar rush.

She freezes.

“Andy?”

“Yeah?” she says, a little breathlessly.

“Where the fuck are your pants?”

“I’m not, like, naked. You don’t like cotton…I don’t like pants. Not when I’m sleeping, anyway.”

I swallow hard. I’m holding on to her bare thigh, the muscles beneath tensed. I know I need to let go, but fuck it, I’m really struggling to get that message through to my hand. There’s enough light to make out the shimmer of her eyes, her creamy skin, the way her pajama top clings to her body.

Great. Now my dick seems to think we’re picking up right where I left off with the porn video.

Shit…where the hell is my phone?

I snatch my hand away, rolling onto my side to search under the pillows. Andy makes a surprised sound, like she thinks I’m lunging at her.

“What are you?—?”

I don’t know how Andy finds the phone before I do. She didn’t even know it existed. Just my luck, I guess.

“Oh. Looking for this?” She hands over the phone.

I fumble it in the dark, dropping it. She squeals when I grab it off her lap.

“Christ, sorry.”

“It’s—it’s okay?—“

I pick up the phone just the right way, my thumb over the fingerprint reader, and of course it turns on.

Of course the video starts playing.

Peach-colored light washes both our faces. My quiet room is suddenly filled with the sound of wild panting, fierce grunting, and almost pained mewling.

“Shit. Fuck!” I mutter, my hands so clumsy with embarrassment that I drop the phone again as I try to turn it the right way up to go out of the video.

Andy falls back on the bed, hugging her stomach as she laughs.

I finally exit the video and turn off the phone, tossing it on my nightstand. I fall onto my back, hands over my face in the dark.

“Think you’ll just turn in for the night, huh?” Her voice is thick with laughter.

“Shut up.”

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