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Brian stares at me but doesn't respond.
"You're a real asshole, you know that. I can't believe this is because you asked for something in bed and I told you I wasn't ready. That I wasn't sure I was comfortable with it. That I wanted time to think about it. I even—"
"Mya, stop. If it was just about sex, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
What else could it be about? Everything was great until five minutes ago when he knocked on my door. Or, at least, I thought things were.
I even stopped at the creepy sex store today while I was out and picked up a few things I thought would make him happy. Things that might spice up our sex life. I mean, he seems to enjoy himself. He doesn't have trouble getting off like I do.
One of those things ... an anal plug.
Because he wants to try new things.
The lady at the shop explained how to use it. She even explained what it would feel like the first time which kind of creeped me out and intrigued me at the same time.
"Then what is it? Tell me the real reason." Taking a step toward him, I study him closely as he avoids direct eye contact. I'll still be able to tell if he's lying. In the last seven months I've learned a few things about him. His tell is when he scratches his nose with his left hand.
As expected, he reaches up and lightly scratches the side of his pointy sniffer. It's too big for his face. I know he's sensitive about it which is why he touches it whenever he gets nervous. Lying makes him nervous.
Blocking out his words, I walk past him and open my door. He turns to face me, still spouting excuses and lies, when I motion for him to leave. When he continues to stand his ground, I storm out of my room, down the hall, and into Cleo's room for sanctuary. She still isn't back from her trip to South Carolina for spring break. None of my sisters are.
I've been alone in this huge house for over a week. My options were to stay here or go home for the week where I would also be alone. Everyone is out of town including my parents, making me wish I had taken Cleo up on her offer to tag along on her family vacation.
Brian knocks on Cleo's door twice, but I remain silent as I wear a path in her carpet as I pace the length of her bed. I hear him jiggle the handle only to find it locked. I'm not an idiot. I knew he'd try to let himself in. Then complete silence.
My heart drops in my chest when I realize he left. Just like I asked him to.
And I was truly alone.
Just me and an anal plug without a return policy.
I havefour messages from Brady waiting for me the next morning when I wake up. The sun hasn't even crested the horizon as I lay in bed and read them over and over again. Trying to decide what he means. If he means anything at all. Or if I'm reading too much into anything.
That's probably the case. But that doesn't stop me from analyzing every word.
BRADY: Dove?
BRADY: Why are you ignoring me? What did I say?
BRADY: He never asked about you. I'm pretty sure he has no idea you were here.
BRADY: You left your clamps here.
My clamps. That's what concerns him? The fact I left them at his house. I left them there on purpose. That's how they ended up in his drawer next to his condoms.
Why was he looking in that drawer? Was he reaching for a condom and found them? Did he invite someone else over after I left?
My mind continues to race as I get ready for my first class of the semester. By the time I make it downstairs I feel like I'm split in two. Half of me wants to run to him, strip him down, and put the clamps on his nipples, while the other half is convinced he screwed someone else last night and I never want to see him again.
"You look nervous this morning," Cleo comments as I pour myself a cup of coffee.
We're the only two who have classes this early. I can hear a few other girls moving around upstairs, but it'll be at least an hour before any of them make their way down.
"Not nervous. A little irritated is all."
"Does it have anything to do with the reason you bolted out of here last night then snuck back in hours later with crazed sex hair?"
I hate my best friend sometimes.
