“I thought Charlatan was a guy?” Jamie
said with a furrowed brow.
Following a passing cloud with
drifting eyes, I reply “He is.”
Simple response.
I should have elaborated more.
“Then why were you making out with
this girl? Aren’t you head over heels for him?”
I could almost hear the gears inside
her head struggling to make sense of the situation it’s been faced with.
“I don’t really know what happened…
Last night was kind of a blur.”
Truth.
My friend seemed to only get more
agitated.
“Did you… you know… go any further?”
She’s pressing for something.
Shut my eyes.
Revel in the glimpsing memories of
lips teasing my thighs. Teeth leaving marks in interesting places.
My response was lifting my shirt
slightly and revealing the bruises taking up residence upon my hips.
Jamie’s eyes widened.
“Those… aren’t from your father are
they?”
I couldn’t help but let the smirk slip
across my face.
That was the only answer she needed.
And we both fell into silence for a
long moment.
“I know Rowan has you thinking that
this is something you should do, and I think you should too. Just… Be careful.”
I lean myself against her, gently
resting my head on her shoulder.
“I’ll try.”
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