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I sat beside her, though I was still careful to keep some distance between us. I held my hand between us, palm upward, and she gave me her phone. I toyed with the airplane mode, putting it on and then turning it off; sometimes when a phone was fucking up, that’s all you had to do to get it to reconnect to the network.
But it didn’t work. When it went off airplane mode, it still showed emergencies only, no signal at all beyond that. No cellular name next to the bars near the battery. I restarted the phone, had Taylor put in her passcode again, to the same end result. Nothing changed.
“I’ve never had problems with it before,” Taylor whispered.
And then it occurred to me. Really, it should’ve hit me sooner, but it took that long to sink in. “Your dad. You said you told him off. I bet that pissed him off, and he did the only thing he could, the only thing you were still dependent on him for.” I handed her phone back to her.
She sighed. “Great.”
“It’s not a big deal. We’ll run out and get you your own phone, whatever you want. I’ll get you your own plan. He might think this is a way to punish you, but…” God, I really wanted to touch her, to feel her hand slip into mine, to hold her and comfort her—and perhaps do other things, things that had been on my mind since Friday morning, when she’d left for class wearing my spent cum in her panties. “I’m not going to let him.”
She smiled at me, her worry instantly gone. “Thank you.”
“I told you, you don’t have to thank me.” I was more than happy to help her however I could.
“I know, but I want to say it.” Taylor paused. “I mean it. Thank you, Creed. Thank you for everything.” She spoke it while staring at me, hardly blinking. It was as if she purposefully tested my resolve, my will to resist her until I could shower every inch of her skin with my lips again.
Never had waiting been harder.
We went out to get her a new phone after that. She didn’t want to pick any of the new, top of the line models; she instead opted for last year’s model, but with the pink metal back. The woman at the store was able to transfer her contacts, and we got her hooked up to a new network under her own plan. New number and everything, so her dad wouldn’t be able to contact her using her old one. She was completely cut off from him now.
Honestly, it’s something I should’ve thought of before, but I’d been too preoccupied with her to really sit down and think about any of that stuff.
We grabbed dinner on the way home, and she took her first pill at eight o’clock sharp. She reminded me she was going to help her friend, Beth, with some paper that was due, probably tomorrow, so she’d run late.
That was fine, because having her here, knowing I couldn’t touch her, was the worst kind of torture. I’d thought I was a man with an iron will, but when it came to Taylor, I was anything but strong.
She made me weak. She made me so weak, and she didn’t even know it. Taylor made me want to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness, to repent for my sins—and there was an awful lot, trust me. She was someone I shouldn’t crave so desperately, but the only one I wanted.
She was everything to me, and I couldn’t wait until I could have her body under mine, writhing and sweaty once more.
Time could not pass quickly enough.
Chapter Fifteen – Taylor
When I saw Beth the next day, she asked, “What’s with the new number? I didn’t know you were getting a new phone.” It was late in the afternoon; we were walking to her dorm. I figured I should try to help her with that paper now rather than later, mostly because it would help keep my mind off Creed and the fact that I was officially on birth control.
Just one pill so far. Not enough to rely on it quite yet.
“Oh, yeah,” I said, my new phone snug in the back pocket of my jeans. “My old phone was getting slow.” Not exactly a lie; it had been an old phone, a model that was a year or two old even when I’d gotten it years ago. Phones these days weren’t meant to last that long. A sad fact of reality.
Another sad fact of reality was… maybe I wanted to wait to be with Creed again because I was scared that whatever fire had been between us last Friday had been nothing more than a fluke.
What if it was? What if we came together again and it wasn’t the same? My heart hurt at the mere possibility.
“I hear that,” Beth muttered. “I’m due for a new one soon, too.” She said that, even though I remembered when she’d gotten that phone last year. She’d come to class and showed it off to me before our professor had taken over the room. But she was the kind of person who always had to upgrade, the kind of person who needed the newest model, even if upgrading didn’t really get you much in terms of a better battery or higher quality pictures.
Phones these days… they were pretty much all the same, weren’t they?
“I don’t like switching phones,” I admitted. “Everything’s just a little different than before, and it drives me nuts.” Menus were organized a tad different, the buttons on the side were slimmer, the cameras on the back a little bigger so it felt different when you held onto it. Again; everything was the same, but different. I hated it.
In truth, I’d only had two phones in my whole life. Dad never had much money to pay for them to begin with, so I’d always made do with the older models and made them last as long as they possibly could. Hell, the only reason I had this new phone was because I’d refused to go home with him and he had my old one shut off.
The newer things were nice, of course, but I didn’t need them to survive.
“I get that,” Beth said. “Sometimes it’s nice having something you know in and out.”
We walked through campus, heading to her dormitory building, which sat on the outskirts of the city blocks the college had claimed for its own. I followed her up to her dorm, and she pushed inside the room after sticking her key in the door handle to unlock it. And, just like before, her roommate was nowhere to be seen.
