Page 63 of The Twisted Beats

“I’m not kissing you until I brush my teeth, but you can have a quick peck.” She sways to me, climbs onto my lap, and presses her lips to mine.

I flip her over and get on top of her. “Fuck that.”

I go in for a make-out session, but she tries to wiggle free. She laughs, pushes on my chest, and whips her head from side to side.

“Callum, don’t. It’s gross.”

“And swallowing cum isn’t?”

She freezes and stares up at me as her expression grows serious. “No. That’s normal and sexy.”

“So is kissing.”

“After I brush my teeth.”

Remembering what her dad told me, that she doesn’t stop until she gets what she wants, I let her up.

“Then get on it and meet me back here.”

She stands beside the bed next to where I’m sitting. “You’re brushing yours too.”

“I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“I have an extra one you can use.” Livianna struts away into her en suite.

My phone chimes, alerting me to a text. I grab it off the mattress and roll my eyes when I see it’s from Bren.

Guns:How are we getting to the studio?

Me:What’s wrong with your car?

Guns:I left it there yesterday when you demanded we go get fucked up.

Me:I’ll figure it out. And you realize I’m in the room across the hall from yours, don’t you?

Gun:Yeah, but I don’t wanna know what you’re doing with my sister.

Me:Fair.

I think for a minute and then text my uncle.

Me:Can you pick me and Guns up at his place?

Uncle John:Sure, but where’s your car?

Me:I left it at a bar and hitched a ride here.

Uncle John:Wise. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.

“Fuck that. I’m spending a couple of hours with Livianna.”

Me:We don’t need to be there until noon. Pick us up twenty minutes before.

Uncle John:You wasted a bunch of people’s time yesterday. You’re going to make up for that today. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.

“I fucking hate this stupid band.”

Livianna returns to her room. “Who are you talking to?”