Page 71 of Silent Desires

“Okay, good. I heard that. Mina, honey, you need to know that I think you are amazing. Don’t worry about what happened. You were perfect.” I think I heard her sniffle. Fuck, was she crying?

“It can feel really weird at first for anyone. Also, it’s super hot to think that I can help you learn to do that in person one day. I’d help guide your hand and show you how to move it, maybe taking over for you when I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.” I listen to her breaths, trying to gauge if I’m helping or making it worse.

“Do you think you’d like to try that one day? Not necessarily any time soon, just one day, in the future… With me?”

Tap.

I let out a breath of relief. “Good girl,” I hear her breath hitch. “Do you like it when I call you that?”

Tap.

I grin, knowing she likely had a praise kink. “Looks like I’ve found one of your weaknesses. It’s only fair since you know mine… It’s you. You’re my weakness, Mina.” I listen intently, but of course, she can’t reply.

“Alright, Sweetheart, it’s late. Get to sleep and we’ll meet you at the normal spot at six thirty, okay?”

Tap.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

Tap.

Chapter forty-five

Switching my alarm clock off, I blink my eyes heavily. I feel awful. My body is sluggish, and it takes a great deal of effort to sit up. Last night, after having that conversation with Max, I felt happy and excited for today. I couldn’t wait to see him again. But right now, I just wish I could roll over and go back to sleep. I must be getting sick.

It takes all my strength to drag myself upstairs to the bathroom. I barely have enough energy to braid my hair and get dressed in a way that won’t get me in trouble. As I exit the bathroom and head through the kitchen, my mother takes one look at me and smiles. She can see I don’t look well, and it makes her happy. That thought squeezes my heart in pain. Isn’t my mother supposed to care about me?

“You are positively glowing this morning, Mina. Don’t be late!” she yells the last part as she turns and exits the kitchen with her cup of coffee. The “glow” she’s referring to must be the sweat I feel all over my body. At least I won’t be cold walking to school today.

Oh boy, am I wrong. I’m only a few houses down when the shivers hit me. I carry my bag in one hand at my side because I don’t have the strength to lift it. Wrapping my other arm around my stomach does nothing to stop the chill. I don’t think I’m far enough from home to pull out Max’s hoodie yet, but I’m so cold, I can’t stop shivering.

When my house is finally out of view, I drop my bag and open it, but quickly see I must have left it at home. I just hope it’s nowhere my mother can find it.Dammit!

Shivering, I zip up my bag and basically drag it beside me. When I reach my usual meeting point with the twins, I notice they aren’t here yet. I check my phone—it’s only ten after six. I’m really early today. I’m not sure how that’s possible when I’m so much slower than usual.

I plop down, untie my hair to help keep me warm, and wrap my arms around my legs, pulling them to my chest. Resting my forehead on my knees, I close my eyes. I must fall asleep because the next thing I know, I’m waking up as my body is gently jostled and instinctively I start to struggle.

“Shh, Angel, it’s just me.” I calm instantly at the sound of Jasper’s voice and give myself a moment to look at his beautiful face as he carries me to the truck. He looks down at me with sad eyes.Why is he sad?I stroke his cheek and give him a small smile.

As he places me in the truck, Max pulls me to his side. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Are you okay? Were you sleeping out there? That’s really dangerous, you shouldn’t let your guard down like that out in public.” When I look at him with an apology in my eyes, he sighs before looking back at the road.

“Why are you so tired, anyway? Did somebody keep you up late?” I blush, remembering our conversation last night. I still can’t believe I did that. I didn’t even know I had it in me. It turns out Google is a great resource for dirty talk, among other things.

“I still think you should let me see that conversation,” Jasper grumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest. I shoot my gaze to Max, then shake my head quickly.

Maxlaughs. “I don’t kiss and tell, brother.”

“Hmm, maybe you don’t, but my Angel wouldn’t deny me anything, would you, Mina?” Jasper turns his big puppy-dog eyes on me as he grabs my hand and softly strokes the back of it with his thumb. I want to shake my head, but that conversation is so embarrassing.What was I thinking?

“Angel?” He starts to stick his bottom lip out in a pout, and I throw my free hand over my eyes as Max bursts out laughing.

“Angel. Please? Max and I share everything. It’s killing me not knowing.” He leans forward and slowly runs his nose up the column of my throat, making me swallow my suddenly parched throat.

“Please, Angel?” he asks again, giving me a soft kiss on my neck, which sends sparks of desire coursing through my entire body. He moves his lips up an inch and kisses again.

“What do you say, Angel? Can I read it?” He gently kisses up my neck to my cheek and places the last kiss at the edge of my mouth. I swallow and try to keep myself composed.

“Say yes, and I’ll give you a thank-you kiss.”

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