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“I can’t talk about it,” he admitted, looking like a broken man. Having said that, he pushed his chair back and stood up. “I can’t even think about it.”
Without another word, he walked out of the kitchen, leaving me with nothing but unanswered questions and my pussy for company.
67
Viper with a Tongue in the Common Room
CLAIRE
Seven whole weeks had passed since Gerard’s ladder had taken its maiden voyage into my tree, and we were still going strong. Better than strong. We were titanium.
Sure, our mothers had turned into a pair of tag-teaming ninjas hell-bent on foiling any and all plans of teenage debauchery, but as the saying goes, where there’s will, there’s a willy, and Gerard and I had found ways of being together.
The best part of it all? Mother Nature had visited me on time as per our arranged schedule for the past four years. Every twenty-eight days for five days, she liked to stop by to let me know my eggs were capable of hatching.
The first visit after we were intimate was the most welcome visit of all because it reassured me that Gerard’s pierced ladder hadn’t pierced any holes in our protection. The second time was a glorious reassurance that I could have my cake and eat it, too. Not that I didn’t want to have babies with Gerard. I did. I just wanted those babies to arrive many years into the future.
Today was Wednesday, and the last day of our dress fittings before the winter ball on Friday night.
While today was technically a school day, the light dusting of snow outside meant that our school had sent out a message to parents to let them know that due to adverse road conditions, attendance was optional.
Of course, the moment we heard the good news, Gerard and I had opted to spend our snow day at the manor, building snowmen and throwing snowballs around with our besties.
I loved when it snowed, even more when it snowed in December. It filled me with all the warm, festive fuzzies, and knowing that Christmas break was almost upon us and I was about to spend it as Gerard’s girlfriend, well, that just sent my good mood soaring to new heights.
“He never asks for anything when we’re being intimate,” I told my bestie as we tried on our dresses for the final time. “Is that normal?”
“I don’t know,” Shannon replied, turning around to catch a glance of the back of her dress in the full-length mirror. We were in Edel Kavanagh’s coveted office/dressing room, surrounded by designer labels and waiting for her to return with a measuring tape. “I’m not the best person to ask. Lizzie would probably have way better advice than me, Claire.”
“Lizzie would rather scalp herself bald and offer her hair as sacrifice to the devil before she helped me with my relationship.”
Since Gerard and I had gone public with our relationship, my friendship with Lizzie had cooled to the stage where it felt like there was an iceberg between us. She barely spoke to me at school anymore, she didn’t sit with me in class anymore, we rarely hung out, and if Shannon wasn’t there, she didn’t even acknowledge my presence.
I would be a liar if I said it didn’t hurt, but I would be an even bigger one if I said Gerard wasn’t worth it. Because he was. He so epically was.
“When you’re with Johnny, does he have anything in particular that he enjoys you doing to him?”
“Claire!”
“What?” I huffed. “You’re my best friend, and best friends are supposed to dole out wisdom to each other.”
“What if Edel hears?”
“But she won’t, because she’s still not back with her tape, so spill your beans, Lynch.”
“Well.” Shannon seemed to think about it for a long time before saying, “He’s big into neck kisses.”
“Neck kisses?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I think Claire was hoping for something that pertained to his package, Shan.” Aoife laughed, appearing from behind the curtain of the changing area in her dress. “Woo, I am rocking this MILF look,” she said, gazing at herself approvingly in the mirror, while adjusting her giant boobs. “I know ladies are supposed to be modest and all that jazz, but honestly, girls, if I was a cake, I’d eat myself.” Cackling to herself, she added, “And, let’s be honest, I am no lady.”
“Ask Aoife,” Shannon blurted out, pointing at her sister-in-law. “But just don’t do it while I’m in the room, okay? Because I really don’t need to know the ins and outs of my brother’s sex life.”
“Your brother puts the sex in life, period,” Aoife tossed over her shoulder. “My man is gifted, girls. He puts the D in BD energy.”
I stared blankly. “BD?”
