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It was the following Friday night when Denver and I were able to have some alone time. His parents were going to be at a neighbor’s house for a barbecue, and these were normally adult-only events that ran late into the night. We’d have the entire night to ourselves.
Denver was a sweet guy. He could be oblivious, but he treated me well and showered me with affection. The only issue in our relationship was the sex. We made it to his bed, undressed, and started fooling around. When he finally was inside of me, I hesitated, but decided to go for it. My hand slid down my breast to my belly, lower to where I needed it, and Denver stopped thrusting. “What are you doing?”
I whispered, “Keep going. It’s okay; just keep going.”
But he didn’t keep going. “Where did you learn that?”
I tried to reassure him once more. “Please, honey. Keep going.”
That’s when I felt him deflate inside of me. My cheeks flushed. This was the opposite of what should have happened! Denver stayed quiet for a long time. I didn’t know what to do. He was on top of me. I was being held down. Finally, he sat up, releasing me. I covered my bare breasts, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. When he spoke again, fury lined his voice. “I asked you a question, Helena. Where did you learn that?”
I don’t know why, but I lied. Panic makes you say and do stupid things. The lie sounded weak, even to me. “I-um…I read it somewhere in a magazine.”
He wasn’t buying it. Not that I was selling it well. He hissed, “You’re cheating on me.”
“What?” Then I was really panicked. “No! No, I’m not!”
He stood and paced in front of the bed, naked. “You’re lying. You’re cheating on me. How else would you know to do that? You’d never been with anyone before me. You’re cheating on me.” He paused mid-step then turned to me. “And you thought I wouldn’t find out.” By this point, I was crying my poor little heart out. He didn’t care. He pointed at me, furious. “Get out of my bed. Take your clothes, and get out. We’re over.”
As a teenaged blubbering mess, I knelt on the bed and begged. “Don’t say that. I’m not a cheater, I swear! I was just trying to make it good for me!”
And that’s where I fucked up. I took a teenaged boy’s already bruised pride and rubbed salt into the wound by telling him he wasn’t a good lover. He stilled, a look of shock crossing his face. A moment passed. The look of shock morphed into one of pure derision. “Fucking whore.” He walked out of the room. I heard the front door open then close. The sound of his car starting made my heart skip a beat.
He’d left me there, naked and alone, crying my eyes out, with no way to get home.
I dressed as quickly as I could, went downstairs, and called Nina to come get me. Of course, she called Nat and told her I was a mess. Nat left the party she was at and came with Nina to pick me up. They took me to a movie theater. We watched a sappy romantic comedy. They tried to mend my broken heart with junk food and affection. They made me laugh when I wanted to cry, and when I did cry, they held me tight, whispering words of reassurance. They told me Denver was just a boy, and when I met a real man, he would appreciate me for who I was, not what he wanted me to be. That he would never be ashamed of me.
There are many reason I love my sisters, but that memory is one I will always cherish.
I had hoped Max would be that man.
I guess I was wrong.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Helena
“Wake up, cupcake,” is whispered into my ear. Groaning, I turn away from the voice and try to go back to sleep. My bed shakes as he chuckles quietly. “Come on, baby. Wake up. Seeing you in bed makes me want to play with you, but we don’t have time. Wake up.”
I turn back around and peek up at him. I mutter roughly, “You left.” Max smiles down at me. I ask quietly, “Why did you leave?”
With gentle fingers, he moves hair off of my forehead and explains quietly, “Well, we got a little crazy last night. My pants were covered in come.” He looks down at me pointedly. “My own come.”
Oh. So he wasn’t trying to sneak out. I can’t help but laugh. “Ah. I see.”
As I hug my pillow tight, he runs a hand over my shoulder and down my arm. “Yeah, I needed clothes and I was awake, so I went home to shower and change.” He jerks his head to the door. I turn to see a black duffle bag by my closet. He adds, “I brought spares.”
He brought spares.
He brought spares? Next thing you know, he’ll have his own toothbrush here!
Holy hell, this is moving too fast.
He stands and walks over to the bathroom. “Bought a toothbrush on the way.”
My eyes snap open. Panic fills me. Okay. I’m officially freaking out here. Sitting up in my bed, I ask, “Really? You think you’ll need one? I mean, do you think you’ll be staying here a lot?”
Not at all sensing my alarm, he calls back from the bathroom, “Uh, yeah, I think so. I mean, you’ll be coming to the club every Saturday. We’ll go home together, sleep here, and then we’ll go get Ceecee and do breakfast on Sundays.” He walks back into the room and sits next to me on the bed. “Oh, and my mom wants you to come to dinner tomorrow night.”
