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Half an hour later, when we pull up to my grandparents’ house, I notice that there are lots of cars parked in the driveway. It’s Bible study night.
Before he can get out of the car and do that Prince Charming shit that drives me insane, I roll the window down and reach out to unlock the door myself.
After letting myself out, I slam the door and look at him. “Thank you for another pointless make-out session. I’m going to go finger fuck myself now. Don’t talk to me anymore.”
I turn away and rush towards the house with him calling my name behind me.
Grateful that the door is unlocked, I slip inside and find myself face to face with my grandparents and several other people who are all staring at me.
“Oh, Emerald!” Virginia claps. “Everyone, I’m sure you all know my granddaughter. She hasn’t been around much since she’s working at the Florentine’s diner in Tallapoosa, but Henry and I couldn’t be more proud. She’s been working like crazy and I know she got her job because we all prayed about it weeks ago.”
“Praise Jesus!” They all say.
Oh god... “Thank you all for your um, prayer requests.”
They smile—not saying anything, just continuing to stare at me.
“I’m going to go upstairs now,” I say to Virginia. “I’m tired.”
“Of course! Of course!” She motions for me to go and turns her attention back to the group. “Now, where were we? Oh, right! Condoms are for sex, and sex is only for married people!”
“Praise Jesus!”
I grab a can of Coke from the fridge and run upstairs to my bathroom before I change my mind about getting myself off.
Sighing, I toss all of my clothes off and step inside the shower—scrubbing away the smoke of The Phoenix, the softness of Carter’s touch.
I try not to think about him—him and his lips, him and his ‘I’m-fucking-you-with-my-mouth’ kisses, him and his—
Stop it!
Turning off the water, I put my robe on and grab the candles Sarah and Robyn bought for me last week. They’re dark red cubes with crushed white roses pressed into their wax and they supposedly “set the mood like [you] wouldn’t believe.”
I light them all and place them along my desk and my mantle, immediately noticing how potent their black cherry scent is.
I turn my lights off and slip underneath the covers, thinking of the only person who can turn me on instantly. The one person I shouldn’t be thinking about.
Shutting my eyes, I picture what it would be like if we actually did have sex, how—
My phone rings.
UGH!
I groan. I already know it’s Virginia. She wants me to come down and partake in the final prayer of the night, which suddenly makes me feel dirty.
Putting the phone up to my ear, I sigh. “Yes?”
“Have you fucked yourself yet?” Carter.
“Have you? Clearly that’s what you prefer to do every night.”
He laughs. “You left without saying goodbye.”
“It was implied, and I meant what I said. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“Then why haven’t you hung up?”
I’m silent.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Goodbye, Carter.”
“Tell me.”
“Yes,” I admit. “I am touching myself because the man I was dating is gay and I was the last to know.”
“He’s far from gay.”
“Does he have erectile dysfunction?”
He laughs again. “No. Not at all.”
“Well, can you explain why he doesn’t want to sleep with me? Why he leaves me high and dry—literally dry, every chance he gets?”
“How wet are you right now?”
“Desert wet.”
“The guy you want to fuck doesn’t do desert wet.”
“He doesn’t do anything.”
“I stopped doing things tonight because I knew if I started fucking you I wasn’t going to stop. And when I finally fuck you, you’ll feel exactly what I mean...”
Silence.
“Are you still desert wet?”
“No...” I murmur.
“Did you pick the man that was sitting next to me on purpose tonight?”
“Yes.”
“To make me jealous?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t find that cruel?”
I close my eyes. I don’t want to have a conversation. I just want to hear his voice as my fingers strum my clit.
“Say something, Emerald.”
“If you were jealous, you should’ve done something about it.”
“You stood up before I could do that.”
I move one hand up to my breast and pinch my nipple, picturing Carter biting it with his teeth—keeping my other hand busy. “What would you have done?”
