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“Fine,” I mutter and snuggle in close to him, liking the way he’s still half-hard between my legs. “You do realize we have a whole lot of couches, right?”
“That’s true. It’d be a shame to let them go to waste.”
“It’s almost polite if we use them.”
“I’d say it’d be criminal not to fuck you on every single available surface.”
I chew on my lip. “There are a lot of surfaces.”
“Good point. Which one of us will give up first?”
“You’ll be chafing and bloody before I’m done with you.”
“That’s not as sexy as you might think.”
“Already giving up?”
“Never.” He grins and kisses me, and I’ve basically lost my mind, but I might as well enjoy myself in the process.
Chapter 23
Allegra
Sophia sits across from me in a crowded Center City coffee shop. The music’s loud and I have to lean in close to hear anything she’s saying, which isn’t really much since she can barely even make eye contact. I’m sore between my legs, basically throbbing after putting most of the couches in the living room to good use, and it’s like waking up from a very long dream.
A dream in which I spent the morning having sex with Gian Rossi.
I want to tell Soph all about it, but the vibes are all wrong. She swirls her cold brew, sips from the straw, and does everything but make eye contact.
“Uh, thanks for meeting me here,” I say, feeling so uncomfortable I could die. I don’t know what happened but this is all wrong. I’ve never been like this with Sophia before, but it’s like she’s a totally different person.
“Sure.” She doesn’t elaborate. Just,sure. One-word answers are all I can get from her right now.
“How are things back home?”
“Fine.”
“Did Dad say anything else about me and Gian?”
“No.”
“And how are you holding up?”
“Good.”
“Soph, I swear to god, if you keep acting like a sullen teenager and give me another one-word answer, I’m going to scream.”
A little smile quirks her lips. “Really?”
“Please, just tell me what’s up.” I smile back at her, but the brief moment passes and she goes back to looking at her drink like it’s the most interesting thing she’s ever seen.
“I’m not supposed to be here, okay?”
The words make me sit up straight. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Your dad made this whole pronouncement thing. Basically, you’re ex-communicated, and nobody in the family is supposed to talk to you.”
My eyes widen. I knew he was mad, but to ban everyone else from even talking to me? That’s so much worse than I would’ve guessed. “But you’re here.”
