Page 42 of Unspoken Truths

“Obviously he feels intense hate,” I remind her as she gets up. As I stand, the sky opens up, dropping rain outside of the open windows. “Woah.”

“Portland is showing off for you,” she says with a smile. “It’s not all mud and cloudy skies. There’s a lot of beauty, even in the angry rain.”

It almost feels as if she’s trying to tell me something about my stepbrother too with that statement, but I’m tired of seeing things that may be there. For now, I’m choosing to listen to the things she’s actually saying.

Liliana picks up the knife that Ignacio left on the ground for her, putting it away.

“We’re going to be late to class,” she says, tugging me across the large room toward the stairs.

“If my teachers weren’t all paying such close attention to my attendance, I’d say fuck it and stay up here,” I tell her.

“Well, maybe we can spend lunch a few days a week up here,” she says, shrugging.

“And eat a bagged lunch?” I tease her, beginning to walk downstairs.

“I’d just eat you to be honest. If Ignacio decides to come up here, he’ll be forced to watch you squirt all over my face,” she says easily.

My foot almost slips when I place my foot wrong on the step from shock.

“Liliana,” I hiss, my cheeks flaming red as I turn to look at her.

“I’m unhinged once I get going,” she says unrepentantly. “I mostly really enjoy seeing how you’ll react, but at some point, when you’re ready, it’s going to happen. I’d bet anything you taste really sweet.”

I’m blushing furiously as I turn back to walk down the stairs, and eventually all I can think of is the logistics of Liliana eating me out. I haven’t even masturbated. Maybe I need to pick up some books about this.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, looping her arm through mine.

“That I need to pick up some romance books,” I mutter.

“Such a good girl,” she says, and I flush harder before she gives me a kiss on the cheek and slips away to walk into her class.

I’m warm everywhere, all I can think about is sapphic romance, and I’m sure paying attention to my last class of the day isn’t going to happen. Today has been really enlightening.

I’ve never dated, didn’t want to, and had no interest. The guys at my school in Florida were dirt bags who wanted to move too fast. It was easier to pretend I wasn’t interested at all. It’s nice to be wanted, and I hold onto the fuzzy feeling.

God knows, I don’t get many of those.

CHAPTER8

IGNACIO

“You look pissed,” Elijah observes quietly as I walk beside him toward my car.

“Caught my dearest little sister making out with Liliana in the north tower,” I mutter. “That shouldn’t upset me, right? I interrupted her making her move and asking the little mouse out.”

“Well, it shows we didn’t cut Lili off from the little mouse,” he says slowly. “Wait, like making out? Was it hot?”

“Lili straddled her lap and everything,” I sigh. “I’m going home with a raging hard on. I hate that I’m attracted to her.”

“Hate sex is hot,” he reminds me. “Now, why does it really bother you? I’m attracted to her, but I would still throw her off a cliff and enjoy her screams.”

“You’re such an adorable psychopath,” I admit. “That’s the problem, it could be a lot of things.”

“Well, out with it,” Elijah says, throwing up his hands. “I don’t have all damn day, Nacio.”

He does, but this is how he’s going to push me into telling him. He and the guys slept in my room with me for a full week after my mom died. They’re my everything, closer than the brothers I never had.

“I think my dad likes her more than me,” I mutter. “It’s so silly, but he rode in to save the day for her, while I have to make the best of any situation I’m in. ‘Use your brain, Nacio.’”

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