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Silver: I’m not.
Cole: How come I don’t believe you?
Silver: I don’t care what you believe.
I type with shaky fingers as my other hand disappears between my legs and I let my head fall back against the pillow.
My fingers circle my clit and I muffle my moan with my teeth as I slip two digits inside me, pretending it’s him sneaking into my room again.
Cole: You know what I think, Butterfly? I think you’re wet and you’re aching to touch yourself. That is, if you aren’t already. You’ll imagine it’s me like you did in the shower. You’ll think of your fingers as my cock and you’ll thrust hard and deep, wishing it was me.
My moans echo in the air as I let the phone fall to the side and pinch my nipples under my T-shirt. The moment I run my fingers over the hickeys he left there, I come.
“C-Cole…” I moan his name in the silence of the room as a sigh falls from me.
I’m still panting as I grip my phone again.
Cole: Touch yourself all you like, but we both know it won’t be as satisfying as when I’m there.
The arrogant bastard. He’s right, though. It’s nothing, intensity-wise.
I hate it when he’s right.
Cole: Come back early tomorrow. I miss you, Butterfly.
I miss you, too.
I allow my brain that thought as I fall asleep, hugging the phone to my chest.
28
Silver
Nausea.
It’s the second day I wake up feeling it in the span of a week.
I felt it a few days ago when I was preparing the food with Helen before I went to Mum’s. Then yesterday, when Summer made me smell the new perfume her mum got her.
Today, too.
That’s when I had a look at my calendar. My period is two days late.
It shouldn’t be a big deal since I’ve always had a non-regular period.
Besides, I’ve been stressed about Papa’s campaign, Mum’s mental state, and keeping the whole thing I have with Cole a secret. I lose a few months of my life every day because of stressing out and even take tranquilisers.
That’s what I tell myself.
That’s what I keep chanting in my head during piano practice or even when I notice Adam too close to the girls’ restroom soon after I come out of it.
I tell myself I’m on the pill. I first started taking them to regulate my cycle. After I became sexually active, and with Cole not using a freaking condom, I took them religiously.
Not once have I missed a pill.
“Now, remember, the pill is ninety-nine per cent effective, and only if you don’t miss taking any.” My GP’s words have been playing in my head on a loop for days now.
Yesterday was the day I started freaking out.
