“In the lot across the street. See you inside?” I typed back quickly.
His response came back immediately: I’ll be there in 2.”
I flipped down the visor mirror, checking my reflection one more time. Makeup still perfect. Hair still smooth. I reapplied my lip gloss, and took a breath that was posed to steady me, but didn’t really do.
What was I doing?
This morning I woke up with Jax's dried c*m on my skin. Let him finger me against his bedroom door while our parents ate breakfast downstairs. Walked away from his room with his warning echoing in my head about how wet I'd be, how I'd wet my laps while sitting through the meal.
And now I was here.
About to have lunch with one of the best human I ever known, who probably never knew his date was a girls who’s c*m so hard she almost cried.
