“Lex, you remember Dagny, right?” Mia says innocently. Dagny’s heated gaze perusing Lex’s bra and panties tells me she sure as hell remembers her.

“Uh huh,” Lex gulps.

“Excuse me,” she says before practically running from the room. I’ll give her a few minutes to calm down and see if I can help. Dagny watches her trail down the hallway through knitted brows.

“Hi, I’m Olivia,” I tell her with a warm smile.

She looks between me and Tomas.

“Dagny. I hear congratulations are in order.”

“Thanks. We’re already married. It’s kind of a complicated story. My mom died,” I blurt out. She averts her eyes. It’s something I’ve experienced almost daily since Mom died. I’ve been trying to roll with it, but I loathe the looks of pity and general awkwardness.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” she says softly. I decide I like Dagny already. Other than her obvious propensity for black and piercings, she has friendly green eyes, as vibrant as clover. Her short red hair reminds me of flames. “I like your mohawk. I wish I was brave enough to do something with my hair.”

“Thanks. I always try to do something fun with it. So, you’re a freshman or a sophomore?”

“Freshman, going into sophomore year. What about you?” I am definitely going to have to get Lex. She hasn’t reemerged from the bedroom.

“Sophomore going into junior year. I’m in Mia’s sorority.”

“Ahh, yes. I remember this conversation. Sorry, my head’s been a mess.”

She waves me off. “Completely understandable.”

“So, I have to ask. Why is Lex hiding in the bedroom from you?” Dagny licks her lips. That is probably an answer in itself.

“That’s for her to answer.” She shrugs.

“Was there a fight?” Another shrug.

“Not exactly,” she admits.

“What, then?” I prompt. Should I be asking? Maybe. Lex probably hasn’t told me, since we’ve been running in fifty directions. “Lex will tell me, eventually.” It’s a last ditch effort, but apparently, it works.

“A lesson. I taught her a thing or two.” A suggestive smile plays on her lips. Eventually, Lex reemerges.

“Having fun?” Tomas asks, pulling me into his arms. I nod, but all I want is to get him alone.

“Yeah, but can you help me with something in the bathroom?” I prompt.

He gives me a knowing look as I lead him down the hall. The door closes behind him as I drop to my knees.

“Is this safe enough for you now?” I ask, undoing his belt buckle.

He rolls his eyes. “You don’t let anything go, do—” I take him to the back of my throat, forcing a groan from his lips.

“A good little whore and the love of my life. Does it get any better than this?”

No, it certainly does not.

The End