Page 132 of Demise

A jealous flare flashes in Maryia’s eyes as she climbs into the tinted out car. She sits in the front seat and grabs Maggie by the face, pressing her lips together brutally before pulling away.

“Trust me, baby, I know.”

Maggie pulls her in, their tongues tangling together as their hands begin to roam. Meanwhile, I’m in the back seat, feeling both awkward and kind of turned on. I clear my throat, butthat doesn’t stop them. When Maggie’s hands trail down to cup Maryia’s breasts I know that it’s about to go too far.

“Okay, you two are cute and adorable and hot and everything, but I’m kinda getting turned on,” I laugh awkwardly.

They break apart and both of their eyes come to me as Maggie smirks.

“You’re my best friend, Sky. You know you can always join my harem,” she teases.

Maryia darts her gaze to Maggie, eyebrow quirked. “What harem?”

“The one I’m gonna build. C’mon, Mads. Wouldn’t you love to see me play with her? Or maybe we all play together?”

Curiosity flashes in Maryia’s eyes as her gaze comes to me and I panic.

“That sounds really hot, and everything but five is my limit, sorry babes.”

We all bust out laughing and all of the tension evaporates just like that. Thank God, because I don’t know how I’d explain it to the guys. Sorry, we were going to dinner, and then the next thing I knew, I was having a three-way with my best friend and her girlfriend. Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well.

Well, maybe with Wesley since he’s already suggested something similar. And Liam is always down for a good time anytime. The other three, though? Not a chance. Besides, I have more than any other girl could dream of. I honestly don’t think I could handle any more complications.

“Alright, where to?” Maggie asks.

“Have you been to Charlie’s Burgers and Brews? It looked good,” I suggest lightly, or at least I attempt to.

Maggie and Maryia share a look for half a second before Maggie nods.

“Sure, Sky. Let’s try it.”

I nod, happy and confused with what I’m doing. I couldn’t sleep last night. I just kept tossing and turning, unsettling dreams morphing into each other between weird pieces of all the Salem history I learned and the encounter at the apothecary shop. The guys all forbade me to ever go back, but I just…need to. It’s hard to explain. Besides, I feel bad she gave me a gift and Asher broke it. I need to pay for it at least. That jar was supposed to bring me peace, if it really worked, can’t imagine what it’ll bring me now that it was intentionally broken.

When we get to Charlie’s, Maggie and Maryia sit on one side of the booth while I sit on the other. We chose a seat in the back, and once our orders are placed, they begin making out. I don’t blame them. They have to keep things so secretive at school, in front of their parents. In front of…everyone. They have to take advantage of any chance they have to just be themselves without fear of persecution of punishment.

Noticing my perfect exit, I make a comment about going to the bathroom, to which Maggie waves me off as she buries her hand into Maryia’s hair. Perfect.

Heading back through the restaurant and out the front door, I suck in a deep breath before letting it out as I turn to Rachel’s shop. When I step through the door, that same warmth wraps me up as Rachel peeks her head out from around a shelf, surprise on her face.

“Skyla.” She smiles. “I’ll admit. I wasn’t anticipating seeing you so soon.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on coming back so quickly,” I say with a weak smile of my own.

“Or ever, by the way your husband was acting.”

I nod my agreement, and we stand there in silence for several seconds before I pull out some cash.

“I’m sorry that he broke the jar, and that you had to clean it up. I wanted to come pay for it,” I say as I offer her a twenty.

She looks down at it and shakes her head.

“I don’t want your money. No apologies needed.”

“Please,” I say. “It’ll make me feel better.”

Smiling, she shakes her head again and I sigh as I pocket the money once more.

“So, there isn’t a chance I’m like, you know cursed? From the jar being smashed, that is?”

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