Page 14 of Pillow Talk
The kiss was passionate. It was an appetiser for what was to come. He deepened it and she held onto him tightly. She just couldn’t get enough of him.
When they’d first hooked up, she told herself that she was going to end it with him but never did.
She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
At some stage, she would have to accept that their fling had to come to an end. But for now, she was just going to enjoy it.
Three hours later, Sen watched Shona sleep. It was not even 10pm and they were already in bed. As if she’d heard his thoughts, Shona’s eyes opened.
‘Hey,’ she said.
‘Hey.’
‘What time is it?’
‘Almost 10 o’clock,’ Sen replied.
Shona yawned and stretched.
‘That was amazing,’ she said. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen from his kisses.
Sen smiled smugly.
She pulled a face at him and turned onto her back.
‘Was my ceiling always this ugly?’
Sen chuckled.
‘I think it’s your average ceiling. White.’
Shona carried on staring at the ceiling.
‘Sho, do you remember that day at Anni’s house?’
He heard her take a sharp breath. She exhaled but didn’t say anything.
Sen mentally slapped himself. He shouldn’t have brought it up.
‘I do,’ she whispered.
Yes! He had a way in.
‘Why did you keep saying he didn’t touch both of you?’
Shona turned to look at him. ‘Because he did.’
Sen sprang up. ‘What the hell, Shona. He touched you? And you didn’t tell me? You let him get away with it.’ His heart was racing and his fists clenched.
‘It wasn’t like that. He didn’t get far. He wanted the money more than two screaming teenage girls. He tied us up and left,’ she replied.
Sen was furious but he didn’t know at whom. A part of him was angry at Shona and Anni for keeping that from him. Another part wanted to punch the guy, but he was mostly angry at Anni’s mother. He stood up and began to pace.
‘But you didn’t tell me. You didn’t trust me with that information. We could have got help,’ he spat out.
Shona sat up.
‘Sen, Anni would have been sent to a foster home. And who was going to help us? Certainly not her mother. And do you think your parents would have wanted you associated with something like that?’
