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“What do you think?”
I guess that’s his reply to my question.
“When?” I whisper, squeezing his sides with my thighs.
Zach sneaks a finger under my hoodie and touches the bare skin of my waist. He flicks it, like strumming my nerves, stirring them. “Fourteen.”
He might as well be, the way my body’s reacting. My nipples bead up, become bullets. Achy and itchy. “Who?”
“A tutor.”
“What?”
“She was boring. I was bored. So I shut her up.”
“What’d you do?”
He scoffs. “Again. What do you think?”
My thighs won’t stop their rhythmic squeezing and my back won’t go down. My pussy is aching, aching, hurting so badly. And I realize that his dick is right there, right against my clit and maybe, if I get to move a little, I can relieve some of this pressure.
“Kissed her?” I guess.
He shakes his head once.
Something about that and his finger on my waist that has escalated from strumming my skin to almost scratching and digging into my flesh, makes me undulate against him and realize what he’s talking about.
I gasp at that realization and he smirks slightly.
His dick. That’s what he meant, didn’t he? He shut her up with his dick.
And I feel it pressed against me so tightly, that big, heated thing.
Before I can say anything to that, Zach lowers his chest onto me. My eyes flutter closed before opening and focusing on his.
“What’s the blue in your eyes?” he asks, shutting up all my questions. His fingers curl up in my strands. “It’s different than your hair.”
My entire scalp tingles. “T-turquoise.”
“Like the ocean.”
“Yes.”
“That was the first thing I saw. After I got out of here. The ocean,” he tells me, sounding almost wistful. “Reminded me of your eyes. Reminded me I was free for the first time ever.”
“Free from what?”
“From this place. From them.”
Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention before, back in school.
Zach was lonely. He was so, so lonely.
Just like I was. In that school.
I unfist my hand from around his t-shirt and slowly, carefully reach up. I sweep the strands of his hair aside and rake my nails down his scalp.
“How long were you down there, in the hole?” I ask.
