Page 136 of Broken Pieces
Her smile fades. “Wait. That’s it… he walked out? No smug post-sex smirk?”
“No. He left before I woke up this morning.”
She frowns. “Sky, it’s always been weird between you two. This whole forbidden tension, loaded glances, don’t-touch-me-but-fuck-me energy. But you’ve got to stop doing that thing.”
“What thing?”
“That thing where you shut down. You disappear. You act like you don’t give a shit, but you’re already halfway in love and spiraling.”
“I don’t do that,” I mutter.
“You do,” she says flatly. “You get scared and you fucking run. And he’s a guy. Which means he’s probably overthinking everything, twisting it around in his head until he doesn’t know if you regret it or if you’re about to tell him to fuck off.”
I cross my arms. “You sound way too invested.”
“Someone has to be,” she shoots back. “And also, bitch, you still haven’t told me any details.”
I blink. “I said it was incredible.”
“That tells me jack shit,” she scoffs. “Did he go down on you? Did he make you beg? How big is his cock? I need answers, Sky.”
“You talk too much,” I mutter.
“Lucky for you. Otherwise you’d still be locked in your own head, pretending you don’t want him when it’s written all over your fucking face.”
I groan. “Jesus, Cass.”
“Nope. Don’t Jesus me. I want filthy. I want to know if he made you see stars or cry his name into the mattress.”
I flip her off as I stand. “You’re disgusting.”
She grins. “And you’re deflecting.”
We fall into step; the hallway buzzing with the pre-class chaos.
Slamming lockers.
The sharp bark of laughter.
Someone throws a crumpled worksheet across the corridor and gets a chorus of oohs when it hits a teacher’s back.
Cass nudges me. “Tell me this? Was it rough?”
My throat works. “Yeah.”
“Good rough or holy-shit-he’s-gonna-ruin-me rough?”
I blink, heat coiling low. “Both, I guess.”
Cass whistles. “Damn. So why the fuck are you walking around here like your puppy got shot?”
I shrug, chewing the inside of my cheek.
“Because I let him touch me and then he vanished.”
She stops walking. Right in the middle of the hallway traffic.
People shove past, someone curses, but she doesn’t move. “Sky. You’ve been in love with that boy since the moment you saw him.”
