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I use her noises as her hips move in little circles against my hand to guide me as I lunge up to kiss her, my stomach cramping in a way that’s not uncomfortable. A slight rush of liquid between my thighs makes me realize I’m wet, and I’m very into this.

Gasping, I decide she needs more, pulling back for permission as I start to tug her panties to the side.

Determined to give me more, she shoves her panties completely off before sinking back down.

“Make me come. I trust you,” she rasps. “Please, baby.”

“I got you,” I promise, ghosting my fingertips over her thigh until I’m back where I belong. Bee’s skin is so soft, and I bite my lip as I rub her clit. Swallowing hard, I’m overcome with emotion, I can’t believe I’m this lucky.

Bee’s fingers tangle in my hair as she rides my hand, and I swallow her noises down as she kisses me. I can feel her body trembling as she gets closer to a release, her hands fisting in my curls as she whimpers.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper. “Just let go for me.”

Her long lashes flutter closed as her mouth drops open in a silent scream as I continue to rub her clit in little circles. Holding her tightly, I let her ride out her orgasm, a rush of wetness covering my fingers and hand. Our breathing is both heavy as we pant, eyes wide as we gaze at each other.

“Did I pee on you?” Bee asks, eyes wide as I pull my hand away.

The only reason I know it’s not pee is because of my ‘educational’ reading. It’s an escape that’s helped keep me sane.

“I don’t think so,” I say with a wink, sucking on my fingers as she gasps in horror. “You taste really good. It’s called squirting.”

“I thought that was a myth,” Bee says, heat returning to her eyes as I clean off my fingers and her breasts bounce a bit from her gasping breaths. I swear it tastes like vanilla and lemons. I’ll never be able to get enough now.

“Not a myth,” I tell her. “I’m going to clean up. I’m pretty sure my panties are destroyed after watching you.”

“Oh? Ohhhh,” she says as I giggle. Shifting off my lap, she watches as I get up to wash my hands. I am going to need to change my panties before dinner, because I’m sure Bee and I will probably make out a bit more while we work on homework.

Turning on the faucet, I pump some hand soap into my palm, rubbing my hands together to wash them. Gazing at my reflection, I see flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, and a little bit of the old me. Gareth is going to try to pull me apart to see how far he can push me, while I hold onto this.

The water washes away the soap when I shove them underneath it, and I imagine that it’s cleansing me of the darkness I refuse to let touch the rest of my life. He can’t have this.

Chapter Six

Nine months later

June

Dahlia

School has been out for a few weeks and I can’t believe my first year of high school is over. I’m sixteen today, and it’s surreal to me how quickly time is passing. I did really well for my first year, and Bee and I got great grades.

In fact, we should be celebrating with a fun summer planned filled with pool days and time with friends, but Gareth sent her to her aunt’s house for two weeks right after we finished school.

Blowing out a breath as I fix my hair, I make a face at myself. I don’t want to be throwing myself a pity party right now. I want to have a great day, even without Bee. Jack’s picking me up to help me celebrate, even texting me this morning that he demanded that I get up and have fun today.

I’ve managed to reclaim my love of bright colors after moving everything even slightly pastel-colored to a corner of my closet. If I thought the gesture came from a loving, if misguided, place, I would be more grateful for the clothing, but I know it didn’t.

Mom spent a shit ton of money on hideous things for me.

Gazing at my purple, cloth-overall shorts with a black crop-top underneath, I smile as I pull a deep-green crossbody fanny pack over my head. Hear me out before you judge me, it perfectly matches the flowers on the cloth, and reminds me of Bee’s eyes.

God, I seriously miss her.

Turning away from the mirror, I pull on some cute sandals, deciding my outfit is fine for a day out with Jack. I’ve video chatted once today with Bee, and she seemed really jealous that I was going to a Darkest Nights concert with him.

It’s my first ever concert, one of my favorite bands, and Bee told me to have fun.

After a second of pouting, she shook herself off, stating that she missed me. Her pout was because she hated being away, which I completely understand.

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