The Misbegotten
A Hoochie in My Bed - Summer 2018

I awoke in the dead of the night, eyes popping open like hot corn kernels. The lights off were off and I found I was still lying where I had stretched out a few hours prior. Uncertain what had awakened me; I sat up and looked around, able to see because of the moonlight shining through the open windows. The air was cool, but not cold. It felt refreshing across my exposed skin.

Then I heard it - a muffled voice coming from the stairwell. Though I could hardly make it out, to me, it sounded firm, adamant, even angry. I strained to hear better, turning an ear toward the closed door, but had little success. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and was about to stand when I heard a definitive, “Fuck you, Carol!” That stopped me cold.

It was Katie in the hallway. She was talking to her sister. It was clear at once, it wasn’t a healthy conversation.

I stayed motionless as the door to the loft crept opened. Through the murk, I could see her head peek into the room in my direction. In spite of myself, I waved.

She must’ve seen me silhouetted against the night sky. I was a darker shadow before the shadows beyond the open windows behind me. She entered the room with quick movements and closed the door as swift as she could without making any noise.

Before I knew what she had in mind, she was in my arms, crying like I had never felt Katie cry before. She clung to me as she wept in the crook of my neck. Her tears and mucus from her nose wet the skin of my collarbone and the upper lip of my tank top. I didn’t care. I held her tight as she held me, realizing, an instant later, she was nude under her thin sleep clothes. I could feel her breasts against my side, under my pectoral muscles where our bodies met. I could feel her firm buttocks on my thigh when she shifted her body so she sat halfway upon my lap.

But I didn’t respond as I would’ve when a hot girl sat on my pelvic region. This was different. My cock didn’t harden. My breath didn’t become ragged. My thoughts didn’t dwell on the smells and tastes of her femininity. It was simple, I held her and she held me.

I didn’t let her go until she stopped crying almost an hour later.

By then, her excretions soaked most of my upper body, but I wouldn’t let go of her. Not even when I realized she had passed out from over exertion. I couldn’t, for some reason, just let her lay upon the bed. I couldn’t. For some reason it felt wrong.

Instead, I repositioned her, so I was able to hold her like a baby without waking her up. I scooted back further, on my mattress, until I was sitting against the headboard with my pillows stacked up behind me. I settled her back into the hallow between my torso and legs. I draped my arms around her and held her close with more intimacy and love than I ever had held a female before. Never once did I break my embrace.

Under normal circumstances, once a girl let me know she wanted a piece of me, I got her naked as fast as possible. I would eat her out until she was close to cumming. Then, I would fuck her all “Fast and Furious¹” until we both climaxed in a pile of sweaty kisses and body fluids. I never took the time to be intimate, not even with my longtime girlfriend at that time. We usually found places - any place - where we were alone. We would pound one another as if we were trying to tenderize meat. She’d bruise me and I’d bruise her. It was on a carnal level, and it was good. That girl, even though she was sixteen, knew how to take a hard cock. There is no other way I can describe it.

Ramona Cervantes was a good lay.

But with Katie, that night, something different had happened inside of me. I know it was born out of the conditions surrounding her. The world was fucking with her and I didn’t like that.

I could feel the protectiveness within me. I was somehow destined to be there for her when she needed me the most. It was right then and I was not about to let her down. There was nothing sexual between us. This was about caring, about supporting. Sure, it could’ve lead to other things, but not this night. This night, this time, it was about Katie – Katie alone. I just wanted her to be happy.

I held onto her until sleep overtook me. I awoke the next day to her wondrous hazel eyes seeking meaning within mine. Her body was still positioned as it had been for most of the night. She hadn’t moved an inch.

Of course, an ever timely “morning wood” engorged me. And of course, she was sitting right on top of it. Her weight, though not significant, still made the pressure on my dick almost unbearable.

Still, she hadn’t moved off me.

I stirred and grimaced under the weight of her body. My cock was so hard I swear I could feel every pore in the fleshy expanse of her butt cheeks. I was more than certain she knew this as well, though she didn’t wiggle, or anything like that.

She just stared. “You do love me, right?” she asked in a demure voice I never heard her use before.

Yet, my response was instantaneous, “Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Just checking, you are a guy you know,” she reposted as adroit as a lawyer on cross-examination.

“I think our connection goes a bit deeper than your average boy-girl thing, wouldn’t you agree?” I could counter too, if need be.

“Yes, I would. I was just making sure you understood that too,” she began. She shifted her ass, placing it more central against the pole of my penis.

I could feel the individual flaps of her crotch. Her sex was surrounding mine! My manhood was a mere weft of cotton from touching the puffy labia’s of her vagina. God damn, Katie, there was no reason to push the fucking limits like this!

“And this doesn’t distract you or cloud your thoughts?” She asked looking down. She was well aware of my condition.

Was she reading my mind?

I took my time and made sure I had sufficient air behind my words. “It distracts, Kat, but it doesn’t detract from what I know are my feelings for you.”

“You are the wickedest of boys, aren’t you?” she prompted. But, she didn’t intend for me to answer.

I obliged all the same, because when it came to Katie I was notoriously kind. I often employed, in a modern fashion, what maidens in medieval times termed, chivalry. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about, girl.”

You see, I could be chivalrous – twenty-first century style.

“You mean to sweep me off my feet, don’t you?” she asked in what I knew was her playful iteration.

“On the real, Katie, what I want to do most, at this exact moment in time, is take a piss. So, you had better removed your ass from my lap or I am going to give you the world’s grandest golden shower!”

She laughed her usual Katie laugh.

I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders.

She was more herself today than any other time since she arrived the day before. Her setback in the middle of the night seemed long forgotten.

“Ok, go pee, but you better come back and tell me the truth,” she commanded. Then, she lifted herself from my lap.

I scampered to the bathroom, holding the tip of my penis as hard as I could. I didn’t want to shoot urine all over the place.

A few minutes later, I came from the bathroom and found Katie stretched across my bed. She was a delightful sight before my eyes. In an attempt to get comfortable, her top had twisted somehow beneath her body. Right there, before me, was her right breast, exposed and in plain sight.

She was one of those girls with small areoles, bright pink and puckered with large goose bumps all around. Yet, those tiny circles of flesh counterpoised large nipples. That day they stood at attention almost a half-inch high.

What the fuck, Katie! I screamed from the inside. I tried to ignore the fact my balls clenched at the scene before me, and looked away as fast as possible. Maybe I wasn’t quite ready for her head to move downward and engulf me as I had dreamed about so many times. I walked toward the bed.

She stirred at my approach, turning only her head to face me. She hadn’t bothered to cover herself or hadn’t noticed her tit had flipped out of her top.

I couldn’t tell which. “You know your tit is hanging out.” I decided being blunt was the best policy, motioning toward her chest. Yeah I guess I was chivalrous after all.

She looked down and chuckled, though she didn’t seem all that embarrassed. She shifted her weight to straighten her blouse. “Wow, I hadn’t realized I’d be giving you a show this early in the morning. I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.” She peered back at me with a wide smile. Her eyes glistened in the fresh light of the new day.

I sat next her, one side of my hips bumping into one of hers.

She continued to lay supine upon the bed.

I looked down at her, with open admiration, not caring if she caught me in the act. She was beauteous, serene in the brightening light of the sun. I could vaguely make out her naked form beneath her pajamas. My lecherous sight devoured her perky breasts with their over-sized nipples. I relished seeing the nice curve to her hips, even her petite feet. They seemed welcoming as they peeked from her bottoms, pale pink, spongy soles. I wondered what they tasted like.

Was I in love with this girl or was I just lusting after her?

“So, are you or not?” she said with quiet words, breaking from my reverie.

I was uncertain of the topic, confused. I was thinking about her body and out of nowhere, she was asking if I was going to do something or not. The question jolted me. I was more than a little nervous. “Huh?” I replied much too quick. My voice cracked, making me flush like a twelve-year-old seeing his first porn mag.

She frowned at me, cocking her head to one side. “What were you thinking about?”

“N-nothing.” Again too fast, making me sound like my balls hadn’t dropped yet.

Her frown deepened. Not in a hard way, the smirk out of the corner of her mouth let me know she knew she had the better of me.

I stayed silent, uncomfortable beneath her knowing scrutiny.

She continued to gaze at me.

The quiet stretched.

“So, what…?!? Umm… was your question, again?” I fumbled, clearing my throat midway, just to get through the sentence.

She clucked her tongue inside her mouth and shook her head, whispering, “Naughty …”, a few times, but nothing else.

“Well?” I inquired a second time, trying desperately to get her mind off the subject.

She glared at me with the same quizzical expression on her face for a few more seconds. “I had asked you earlier if you were going to sweep me off my feet, remember?”

“Oh, oh yeah, yeah I remember.” Actually, I hadn’t, but whatever.

“That’s what I was referring to…,” she trailed off, eyebrows raised. “I wanted to know if it’s your plan to sweep me off my feet by being so nice and sweet to me. I mean you always seem to say the right things at the right time, hold me the way I want to be held. I was wondering if that’s what you intend. You know, break down my defenses and run away with my heart.” She was smiling wide now, talking in a mocking tone, but with a strange twist of sarcasm. There was a genuine will to want to know the truth. But, there was something else as if she were half-serious and half-bullshitting at the same time. She was so good at playing this game.

For some reason, I couldn’t read her as well as I usually could.

Not wanting to fall into one of her self-deprecating traps (if that’s what this was). I answered with care, like I was tip-toeing through the DMZ. “It would be hard for me to act like a dick towards you. And it’s not just about the length of time we’ve known each other. It’s because I like you, Katie. I always have, you know that.”

Her smile had faded to a thoughtful curve of her lips. She was nodding, like a robot, the mischief in her eyes fading. Something real, more Katie, moist and emotional was filling the void.

“I guess with time, if you feel yourself being lead you down that path and if you wanted a change between us, it would be your choice. I’m just being me, Katie. I’m the guy you care for you very much. I’m not going out of my way to get you to like me. Although, it would be pretty amazing if I did sweep you off your feet.” I stopped, sudden, feeling as though I’d said too much or had crossed a line somewhere. “But, that wouldn’t be my intention… I mean, I’m not planning on playing any games with you, Kat. If what I said made it sound that way, then that’s not what I meant. I’m just being real. I don’t intend to change that aspect of myself." I swallowed. I needed to clarify something. "There’s no ulterior motive behind it either."

“No, no, don’t worry, you answered the question truthfully, and… now, I know. But thanks about the games part,” she began in a higher, quicker voice. Then she slowed, turning serious once again. “I couldn’t take that if it came from you. You’re my White Knight, right? I couldn’t have that from you.” She reached out and squeezed my thigh.

It tickled and made me jump a fraction from the surface of the bed. She had me so wound up. I was getting startled by nothing.

“You won’t get that from me, ever,” I said, affirming her beliefs. At least, I hoped was as I placed my hand atop hers. It occurred to me that we might be opening new doors and walking right through them without thinking. They were doors we shouldn’t be opening in the first place.

I was still fretting over this when a thought came out of nothing. An impression there was something beginning to simmer between us. This was something that had nothing to do with friendship. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, peering down from this incredible height into an abyss. If I fell in would I ever be able to climb back out? I had lusted after Katie, on many levels, for so long now. And yes, it was true that I often beat my meat with unclean thoughts of her coursing through my mind. But that was just animalistic fodder, not this. Here she was so different. Her guard was down. She was unarmed, approachable and yet so full with emotion, hurt even. I couldn’t say she was vulnerable, because Katie was never that. She had an uncanny ability to bounce back from just about anything. Much like she had done over the course of the past twenty-four hours. No, this was new - way new, above and beyond new.

I squeezed her hand and she squeezed my leg. I hadn’t realized we’d been looking into each other’s eyes the entire time.

I had always loved gazing into those eyes.

“Estefan?” she murmured.

“Yes?” I mimicked her intonation.

“I think… well, I can feel like I want to- ,” she began, but never got to finish.

Over on the other side of my bed, my fucking iPhone vibrated and chirped, startling us both. The moment shattered.

I didn’t break eye contact with her, but my face melted into angst as I mouthed, “Sorry.”

She nodded.

I got up and ran around the bed. I answered the phone with such haste I forgot to look at the Caller ID. It was now a “blind” call.

“Hello?” This was me into the receiver of the phone.

“What up Deeeeck?” said the obnoxious voice on the other end.

This told me, in an instant, who was speaking. It was Jacob, my cousin from biological father’s side of the family. Jacob, who just happened to be the same age as me and went to the same high school I attended.

“Not much, what’s going on, where are you?” I asked surprised. He was the last person I was expecting to call.

“Where am I at? Where am I at? Fool, I’m here at school with your girlfriend, both of us wondering where the fuck you’re at. That’s where I’m at,” he answered in a huff.

This let me know in an instant, because I knew him well enough to catch the little nuisances in his words. Ramona, my girlfriend, had most likely been all up his ass all morning trying to find out where I was. She could be tenacious at times, so I knew why he was so frustrated with me.

“Ah man, I forgot to text her last night about the -,” I paused to glance at Katie to see if she was listening.

She was gone from the bed and was in the bathroom, most likely, out of earshot

“-I forgot about the situation here at my house. She did get all crazy on you?”

“Naw, man, well… nothing I couldn’t handle, because I’ve known the crazy chick for about as long as you have.”

I could her Ramona talking loud in the background. She did not liking the way Jacob was talking about her. Her displeasure was vocal and fucking loud.

“But, hey, why didn’t you come to school today? I thought we were going to fuck around, get high and shit.”

No, dickhead, you were gonna get high. I was going to sit back and watch your ass stumble around and make a fool of yourself.

“Jake, man, I told you the deal with Katie, remember?” I was whispering at this point, harsh, wanting talk of Katie to remain private.

“Oh shit, you mean that fine ass hottie showed up?”

He had said that much too loud and Ramona had heard it. I could hear her yelling in the background that I “better not have some skank-ass bitch up at my house”, or something along those lines.

“Jake, fuck dude, will you calm down!” I demanded into the phone, still lower than normal, but only just so.

There was no immediately reply only a slew of garbled words and loud electronic rattling noises coming from his end. I could hear my cousin. I could hear Ramona. I couldn’t make out what they were saying. It was as if a hurricane had leaped into existence over their heads.

“Jake, you there? Jake - !” I called into the phone.

“This is not Jake, Steven.”

When Ramona used the English version of my name, I knew I was in trouble. It meant she was on the verge of getting pissed off, royally.

Fuck!

“Oh, hey Mona, what happened to Jacob?” asking he ridiculous, the obvious question to distract her.

“Who’s at the house?”

Well, so much for that.

Her voice was low and measured, but carried an edge to it. Even though it was a sound, it still cut. I could tell she was talking through clenched teeth.

“Katie,” I replied. I know she knew who the girl was, that she’d been a part of our family for a long time.

She sighed into the phone, heavy, making static resound in my ears. “Oh, god dammit, Eff! I fucking thought you had some hoochie² up in your bed! Jesus Christ, don’t fucking scare me like that! Ever, ok?!?” She was waiting for a reply.

“Yeah, no problem. Things got a little busier than I expected last night –.” Did they ever with Katie sleeping in my lap! “– And my mom sprung the whole ‘why don’t you stay with Katie tomorrow instead of going to school’ thing super last minute. I just forgot to call… or text. I apologize, babe.” I had meant it, because it was true. The entire situation had grown with such complexity I was having a hard time keeping up.

“Ok, ok, I’m not freaking out anymore. Sorry I was acting like a bitch, but I was just defending what is mine, you know right?” she asked. She was using her baby voice, which at times was cute. At others, like now, it was just a little bit over the top.

“I understand.”

“You do, for real?”

“Yes, I do,” I reaffirmed, hoping the whole misunderstanding had passed us.

“Good! So, umm, how about me and Jacob ditch after nutrition and come out and hang with you guys?”

I breathed easy. She genuinely sounded like she’d gotten over the entire thing. Then, I caught the gist of the rest of what she had said and stopped short. Shit, did I want them out at the house after Katie had been through the ringer? She was just how recovering from being an emotional wreck. Would visitors be a good idea? Which (when translated from the bullshit I was telling myself) meant did I want my over-jealous girlfriend hovering over Katie and me with each passing moment? Did I want my horn-dog cousin dropping pickup lines over and over, all a vain attempts to get into Katie’s panties?

Katie came out of the bathroom. We exchanged a quick looks, hers questioning, mine a bit muddled.

“Hold on, Mona,” I spoke into the cell phone, not waiting for her response. I nodded toward Katie.

She motioned the ubiquitous “what?” gesture with her hands.

I put my hand over the phone’s receiver. “Ramona and Jacob want to come over during nutrition, you up for some company?”

She shrugged in a noncommittal fashion, tilting her head to side. “How long until they’d get here?” she asked, crossing her arms under her breasts.

“I don’t know, what time is it?” I asked aloud to no one in particular, letting my hand drop.

Ramona replied in my ear, hasty, maybe a little too anxious. “It’s a little after nine o’clock, Eff.”

Wow, I hadn’t realized we’d slept in that late!

To Katie, I replied, “They said they’d ditch during nutrition, that’s about an hour from now. It’ll take them about forty-five minutes to get here, if they’re walking, which, most likely, they are.”

“I guess that’s ok. I just wanted to make sure we had enough time to clean up and get ready,” she reposted, thinking.

Clean up? What the hell did she mean by that?

However, I forced myself to ignore the question for the moment, and said to Ramona, “Sounds good, but are you guys gonna be ok? I mean I live like two miles from the school. You’ll be dodging every fucking random NIA stool-pigeon on the lookout for anything ‘unusual’” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Ramona smirked through the handset. “Baby doll, I’ve been skirting Truant Officers, the po-po and the random-wanna-be-government enforcers since the day I was born!”

I shrugged to myself, Ramona could be very dramatic when she wanted to be. That was about half of the time. “Ok… so we should expect you around eleven then?”

“Yeah that sounds about right… So, I guess I will see you soon then. I can’t wait!” she said it with a little predatory growl underlying her words. Her signal to me that she wanted to fuck once she got to the house. It made me sigh with resignation. After everything I had been through the night before, I wasn’t quite sure if I was ready for intimacy on that level with anyone other than Katie. Well, at least, not yet.

“Ok, Babe, see you soon.” I tried to mirror her enthusiasm, but wasn’t sure if I matched it all that well.

I hadn’t.

She paused for a second, and then must’ve thought better of responding to my lack of excitement. All she said was, “Bye, I’mma hand the phone back to Jake, k?”

“Sure.” I heard the phone passing between them. I heard them talking to one another in the background and agree to something. They were no doubt figuring out where they were going to meet up later on.

I heard my cousin say good-bye to her and he was back on the cell. “So, cuz, we good for later then, huh?” he asked with ardent chuckle.

I shook my head at that. I could hear Katie wrestling with the suitcase of stuff her parents’ had “same-day ’ed” to her yesterday. She had placed it on her bed and began to unzip it from the far side of the Loft.

Jacob was definitely going to try and fuck Katie. He was hoping to do so when Ramona was having her way with me. I knew him. He would wait until he and she had a modicum of privacy, but he would make a move all the same. The fucker!

“Yeah, it would seem so, but you’re - ,” I never got the chance to finish.

“You think Katie’s gonna want to hook-up?” he asked in a rush.

Damn, this dude was so predictable he was stupid!

“I really don’t know, Jake. She’s been through a lot over the last few days, and had a tough time last night. I’m not sure she’d be up to some dude trying to rub up on her right now,” I replied. I was trying to be as honest as I could without my emotions getting in the way.

“Oh, well, do you think I should try anyway?”

Dude let it go!

“Naw, man, just be extra nice to her instead. Let things play out naturally. I mean, shit, Jake, she’s going to be here for the entire summer, so you’ll have time. You don’t have to fuck her today.” I said the last part in a hoarse whisper, so Katie wouldn’t hear. I didn’t want her to know we were talking about her like a piece of meat. I grimaced at the thought, feeling even worse inside.

I turned to glance back at Katie glad to see she was busy going through the motions of choosing her outfit for the day. She wasn’t paying me or my conversation any mind.

“I know, I know, it’s just that I’ve been after her for so long and she lives all the way in buttfuck Egypt, Eff! But damn, cuz, you gotta admit, she’s fucking fine. I mean who wouldn’t want to get at her. Urgh! Just thinking about digging her out is making me hard!” He was speaking through clenched teeth.

The visual was about to make me upchuck all over my bed. “Just be cool, Jake, and don’t make a fool of yourself… again.”

Then I heard a monotone bell toll in the background through the phone. Jacob blurted out so loud I had to pull back from the cell, “Ah, fuck that was the tardy bell! Shit, cuz, I gotta go!” There was an audible click and he was gone.

I disengaged the call from my end and put the cell back on the nightstand next to my bed, beneath the small lamp I had positioned there. What a tool, I was thinking when I heard Katie approach. I looked up at her.

She had a sarcastic cast to her face. “Don’t tell me, your cousin wants to fuck me today?”

I never said Katie was stupid.

I just exhaled like there was a grand piano on my back. I nodded with apprehension, knowing this could go either good or very, very bad.

She laughed and turned half-way to the side with her hand on her hip, shaking her head as she peered at the walls of the loft. “I guess I never should’ve scammed with the boy,” she muttered to herself.

Still, it was loud enough for me to hear. I inclined my head in mock agreement, rankling at the thought of her and Jacob macking each other down. Whoa, homeboy, calm down! Why was I so possessive? Why the sudden change? “Yup, ever since then, he asks about you every time I come close to mentioning you. He tells me over and over how good of kisser you were, how adroit you were with your hands, on and on, until my head hurts. I just stopped bringing you up after a while.” I paused to consider a thought that had just popped into my mind. I gazed at her through an inquisitive squint. “Did you really give him a tug-job in the tree-house out back?”

She whipped her head in my direction in shock. “He told you that?!?”

“Of course, he did, we’re talking about Jacob remember,” I answered. My challenging tone overpowered her incredulous reaction.

She brought her hand to her mouth in consternation. “Estefan, I didn’t jerk him off up in that tree. I made out with him, yes, but nothing more than that. Although,” she began.

I raised my eyebrows with morbid curiosity. Did I want to know this?

“He did whip out his cock and ask for a blowjob, but I told him no when I saw he wasn’t circumcised. You know how uncut guys kinda make me woozy anyway, right? Seeing it right there in front of me kinda just killed the moment for me. So, I told him no.” She shrugged. “His response to that was to ask for a handjob, which I refused as well.” Another apathetic shrug. “He was beginning to gross me out on general principle. I got up and said that was enough for now.” She giggled. “He completely ignored me and just started whacking off real fast. Right there in front of me, he starts pounding his meat, so I just left.” Her eyes refocused on me. She came back from that afternoon two years a gone. “I think he came before I even reached the ground.” Now, she laughed her usual laugh.

I laughed too, more out of relief than at her remark.

She took it at face value.

I just let the whole thing go, glad that Jacob hadn’t convinced her to do anything more with him than kiss. Which should have stopped me short, but it didn’t. I shouldn’t have felt possessive of the girl. What can I say? For some reason, within a day, something had changed between us. I didn’t want to see it marred in any way. I was feeling protective from the moment she cried in my arms and I held her tight.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower,” I said in clipped tones. I wanted to push all the crazy thoughts from my head. I went to my dresser to get something to wear. “And no peeking, Katie!” I demanded falsely, which only elicited a derisive snort from the girl.

Fifteen minutes later, I came out of the bathroom to find Katie once more on my bed. She was sitting cross-legged on her cell phone, talking to someone on the other side in vehement tones, still in her Pj’s. Her clothes she had laid out to one side her.

“…care what you have to say, Chad. After what you guys did, I don’t want to talk to you anymore. So please don’t call me or message or IM or ‘anything’ me, ok!” She seemed about to hang up, but something her retarded boyfriend said caught her ear. She listened for a time. “You’re so stupid, Chad, how are you going to do that when you’re going to be in jail for a long, long time, huh? You’re such a dickhead! By the time you get out, your cellmate will have fucked you up the ass and sucked you off so many times you won’t even like girls!” She terminated the call and glanced up, noticing I was back in the room with her. For a second, her face was a mask of hurt and anger. It was the real her. But I watched, with a slight touch of sadness, as she forced it down and locked it away. Only the tough, fearless Katie remained.

“Good you’re done, now I can take a shower and wash the slime off me,” she said. She grabbed her clothes and stalked right passed me, angry at something I could only guess at.

In truth, I didn’t want to know about it.

I watched her go into the bathroom and close the door most of the way. I stepped to the door and asked, “Hey, you hungry, Katie? I can put something together for breakfast if you want?”

“Yeah, Effy, that would be great,” she said over the noise of the water running in the shower, but that was all.

I shrugged and made my way down to the two flights of stairs to the kitchen. With half a mind, I wondered why the coolest chicks always fall for the biggest assholes.

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