Page 41 of Last First Kiss
“Perfect. Mija, can you come help me with something real quick?” Lala says gently.
Alejandra groans, but she stands and heads for the door.
“I was putting a few of my things away and accidentally turned this thing on that I can’t get to turn off,” Lala says.
“Holy fuck,” Alejandra shouts, panicked.
I join them, but the second I peek over her shoulder, I freeze, and I think I might die of embarrassment.
My cheeks burn as Lala holds up my rose vibrator, buzzing in her hand.
This is what I get. Iknewit was a bad idea. The gods aren’t just punishing me, they’rehumiliatingme.
“Is this ... a massager?” Lala asks as she uses the suction against her palm.
My blood runs cold. I glance at Alejandra, who is looking at me with wide eyes, then at Lala, whose face is entirely innocent. The room feels as if it’s shrinking. Alejandra’s face is turning that shade of white I’ve only seen when she’s about to pass out as we both repeatedly watch Lala press the pulsing vibrator against her palm. She slowly tugs at it, letting it suction on to her skin, watching with mild curiosity as it clings and releases.
“Alejandra,” I manage to squeak, but I can feel her entire soul screaming in agony, and I think she might die right here, right now.
“Here,” I say, quickly snatching it from Lala’s hands. I press it against my chest in some frantic attempt to hide it, but the damn thing is still vibrating—loudly.
I fumble with it for a few seconds, trying to turn it off, but I can no longer remember how to do it. Alejandra takes it from my hands, and it falls silent at last.
Lala tilts her head and studies us curiously, but whatever she’s thinking, she doesn’t say, and I’m grateful. Shedoes, however, stretch her hand out. “Would you like me to put it back in the bathroom?”
“No!” Alejandra and I both shout in unison.
Lala’s eyebrows shoot up. “Okay,” she says. “I will go make some breakfast, then.” She turns toward the kitchen, and when the door closes behind her, I collapse, all my bones suddenly turned to jelly.
“What the fuck,” I say from the floor, looking up at Alejandra, who’s still frozen in place.
A few seconds later, Alejandra finally blinks, but she still looks like she’s processing a near-death experience. “Did that really happen?” she asks.
I groan, throwing an arm over my face. “No. We imagined it. A shared hallucination.”
Alejandra lets out a strangled laugh, running a hand through her hair. “Shesuctionedherpalmwith your vibrator,” Alejandra says a little louder than I’d like her to, and I pull on her hand to bring her down as I shush her, but she barely even registers my tug.
“Don’t say it out loud,” I beg, squeezing my eyes shut. But she doesn’t hear me.
“She thought it was amassager. Amassager.” She pauses, then shudders. “I think I stopped breathing for a full minute.”
“You looked as if you were watching your soul leave your body.”
“Iwas,” she groans. “That wasmysoul, Clara. Leaving. Gone. Goodbye.” Alejandra finally collapses onto the floor next to me, exhaling sharply. We sit in silence for a few minutes before she suddenly turns her head and locks eyes with me.
“What was that doing in the spare bathroom?”
I groan. “I used it last night and took it into thebathroom. I must have left it in there after I cleaned it.” My entire face goes crimson as the tips of my ears start burning and heat blooms in my cheeks.
“You used it last night? After we got in bed? Why did you go to the other bathroom?”
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
“And you couldn’t wait until you showered today?” she laughs.
“No, I definitely couldn’t,” I reply, letting out a shaky laugh of my own, remembering how intensely I’d wanted her, knowing there was no way I’d have been able to sleep next to her like that.
“Damn, you must havereallyliked Olivia,” Alejandra says, staring down at her feet.
