Page 57 of Beautifully Ruined

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I grinat the change in personas. And I drop one hand to the top button of my jeans.

Ghost:That would earn punishment.

Me:You have to be here to punish me.

Ghost:I will be, soon.

Cade:What do you want for dinner? I need to pass through Chinatown first, so Vietnamese?

There area number of things he can order we can reheat.

Me:Yes.

Cade:Thoughts?

Me:Surprise me.

He stops altogether.And I think about what I want, what I need. I want to take advantage of the masturbation time he gave me, but the thing is what if Enzo’s peering over his shoulder?

I’m okay with him seeing me being fingered under my shirt, I think. But seeing me get myself off?

That’s way too intimate.

And I love the idea of an audience, but an audience I know?

“Cement,” I whisper, voice wobbling.

Right now, I’m not ready.

Down the line?

Maybe.

Does that make me completely perverted?

I’m not sure how much I care.

Instead, I tidy.

There really isn’t much to do. But I keep busy, and then I shower, not washing my hair. I spend time rubbing moisturizer in. I want to be extra soft, extra nice for Cade.

I pull on a loose summer dress, not bothering with underwear. It’s not bedtime, it’s not anywhere near it, but when I come out of the bathroom and pick up my phone I grin at the message.

Unknown Number:Nice show.

I swallow.

Me:Cade?

Unknown Number:Next time, you’ll do it for me in person and with instruction.

Me:Ghost?

Unknown Number:And you’ll blow me slowly and take me up your fine ass.

Unknown Number:Number three or number nine?

I stare at the phone.

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