Page 28 of The Masks We Wear

Amora laughs, pushing off the counter and moving into my personal bubble. She’s too close, uncomfortably so, but I can’t move. My feet feel like they weigh a thousand damn pounds. Her lips graze against the shell of my ear.

“She wants you to fuck her until she can’t remember who she is.”

I recoil, and my body tenses. All my blood courses south, leaving little for my head, which now feels incredibly light. Dizzy, even.

As if on cue, Lily appears, a red cup in one hand, and the sexiest fucking grin on her mouth. She hops on top of the counter, crossing her legs, and dangles a foot toward me. “Hey, Spence. How you feeling?”

Her voice is soft, smooth, and drives right into my core. Images of her laid out on the black rug, lost in the abyss, pass through my muddled thoughts. I wanted to jump through my fucking window and climb into that tree so goddamn bad. Every inch of me burned under the fire she stared. And I liked it.

Why do I feel like I’m not supposed to like it?

“I’m hot,” I manage to utter.

Her smile grows, somehow warming me more. It’s not the sneer I’m used to. It reminds me of when she was my Liliana, making the second time I’ve seen it tonight. It’s almost like she’s still in there—somewhere under all the makeup, fake lashes, and contacts.

“Just take your shirt off, Spencer. Half of everyone here is naked.” Lily waves a hand around before gripping her necklace, pulling it back and forth. “Nobody will care.”

My eyes find themselves wandering, detached from what I’m telling them to do, and exploring the site before them. They survey her exposed tan skin. It looks so smooth, like when you take the lid off a fresh carton of ice cream.Velvety.

I want to lick the dip between her breasts. See if they taste how I always imagined.

Then maybe after that—my eyes slip farther down her waist—see what her pussy tastes like.

There’s a little bell going off somewhere. It’s the smallest chime I’ve ever heard, but it sounds closer to me than Liliana.

I do want to fuck her.

I am going to fuck her.

As if she can see the revelation cross my face, she giggles. It’s so light, infectious...real.

It’s been so long since I’ve heard it, and suddenly I find myself wondering what I need to do to hear it again.

As her laugh subsides, she tilts her head down, her eyes barely visible through narrow slits.

“Kiss her boot.” My head moves toward Amora’s voice, but my eyes belong to Lily. I can’t look away.

Fuck, it’s so hot in here.

“Kiss it, and you can have her,” she finishes.

I clench my jaw, and I vaguely hear something crack. Part of me thinks I must have misheard her, but then Lily juts out her foot, shaking the loose black boot at me.

I squeeze my eyes closed.Focus.

There is no way in hell I’m putting my mouth on this girl’s goddamn boot.

Shaking my head and taking a few more rattled breaths, I open my eyes. They connect with brown ones I haven’t seen in over five years, stealing my words from me before I can think twice.

“Okay.”

TWELVE

It’s funny how predictable people are. How they naturally crave things, and once you figure out what it is, they’re putty in your hands. They’ll do anything to get it, and by whatever means.

For Spencer, it’s the new and improved Lily.

Back then, I wasboring,just something to do,nothing.At least, that’s what I recall him saying about me. But now, he sees I’m not that weak little girl anymore, fawning after him anytime he spoke. Or maybe it’s because I’m hot, and the temptation of having something you can’t is too strong to ignore. Either way, I don’t care.

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