Page 7 of Deceit

“Liam Walcott,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to my hand.

Maggie makes a gagging sound as she scoffs at Liam.

“Could you be any more desperate, Walcott?”

He turns his head to the side slightly to make eye contact with Maggie before he smirks.

“Aw, you scared I’m gonna swipe your girl out from under you, Bartlett?”

She gives him a challenging look, draping her arm over my shoulder and hauling me into her side.

“Not in the slightest.”

Liam bites his lower lip, a flash of silver catching my eyes as his tongue traces over his lip before it’s gone in the next minute.

“Fuck, please tell me I can watch?” he practically groans.

Maggie chokes out a laugh as she shakes her head.

“Not on your fucking life.”

I watch as Liam’s playful smile falls, quickly replaced with a sad frown, akin to when you deny a puppy a treat. His shoulders slump dramatically, as he practically mopes off down several rows before plopping into a seat haphazardly.

I can’t help but give Maggie a confused look and she’s quick to explain.

“That’s Liam Walcott, Gallows Hill's resident flirt. I’ve heard he’s slept with almost every single willing girl on the entire campus. All have nothing but glowing reviews, I guess.”

“You guess? So you aren’t one to fall under his spell?” I tease.

She snorts, squeezing her hold on me a little tighter.

“Definitely not, he doesn’t have the right plumbing for me.”

My eyebrows dip at that, as she stares at me in what seems like waiting before she speaks again.

“I prefer women,” she hedges.

Oh, well now I feel slow.

“Well, how could you not? We’re beautiful and we don’t smell half as bad as men,” I shrug.

She tosses her head back and laughs, her beautiful hair tipping back with her.

“Exactly, but unfortunately for me, you seem to be far more interested in men than women.”

Her words register but I’m still curiously staring at Liam, or well, the back of his head. He’s animatedly talking to a guy next to him and they are both smiling and laughing. His laugh is practically infectious, and I can’t help but smile in the wake of it.

Feeling a set of eyes on me, I turn to see Maggie staring at me with an amused grin.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing, you just proved my point,” she laughs. “But, if you ever get sick of these men, let me know. I eat pussy way better than all of them put together,” she says, with a wink that makes me laugh.

In an all-girls boarding school, it was actually pretty rare not to hook up with one of your friends. I was about the only one actually, and it wasn’t because I didn’t think women were stunning and kind and all around wonderful. It also definitely wasn’t because I didn’t have needs, because virgin or not, my battery operated boyfriend was practically a staple in my life.

I just never got that rush of excitement, the tingles and the butterflies when I looked at a girl. A friend of mine kissed me once, and though it was nice, it didn’t do anything for me.

Aside from her, I’ve honestly only been kissed one other time. I was at a friend’s birthday party and her cousin cornered me against the side of the house when no one was looking. He was cute enough, but he drooled a bit too much and definitely used way too much tongue. I’ve been a bit traumatized since that event.

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