Had we all watched him fuck her in the kitchen? Yes.
Lights out, all of us pushing and shoving while Melissa practically commentated on the event like a sports guru.
He had dark energy—in the best way possible.
I couldn’t even blame Melissa for panting over him. Not after we saw how he swung that lucky bitch from the counter to the wall like a rag doll.
He was a man, not an insecure or immature boy.
My entire résumé of sex was with two guys, and neither of them had made me come, let alone the way that woman had. That hadn’t even been the end—they’d gone upstairs afterwards. He wasn't a two-minute man. I was petty and jealous, even after ten and a half months.
Focus, Callie. You’re here for education, not dick.
What a depressing thought.
I should grab the chance while I could. Maybe pretend I couldn’t make rent this month and knock on his door. Knowing my luck, he’d evict me and I’d still be dickless.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Belle asked, frowning.
“Yes!”
Even her hesitation made me want to do it more.
She shrugged and lifted the hair dye.
“It’s just the bottom—and because my hair’s wavy, even if it gets messed up, it won’t be a problem.”
“I’m just surprised you chose purple.”
“I’m tired of my usual look,” I mumbled.
“You’ve got gorgeous hair. Do you know how many people would kill for natural auburn hair?”
I didn’t reply. Compliments always made me uncomfortable.
“But it’s up to you,” she said, starting to apply the dye.
My parents would hate it.
I smiled.
“Go for it.”
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I slinked out of class, hugging my books to my chest. The new hair colour was a hit—exactly the boost of confidence I needed.
Now all I needed was my heavy-duty vibrator… which I was buying in Klarna instalments.
I’d tried the cheap brands. They never lasted long.
This one was mid-range and came highly recommended.
I’d struggled for days and eventually accepted that living off eggs, beans, and toast for two months would be worth it.
The sun was shining, and I decided to walk home rather than catch the bus.
