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“What?” she asks. “Did you not humiliate me enough? Prove I was a cum slut like you said?”
“Kiss me goodbye.”
She lets out a quiet huff of breath. “Why would I kiss you after that?”
“Because you want to.”
She takes a slow, shaky breath before turning slowly back toward me. I scoot toward her this time, pulling her into my arms. Her body melts against mine just the way her cunt did around my fingers. God, she’s fucking perfect. I stroke her cheek, gazing into her sapphire eyes before leaning in. I pause when we’re only a breath apart.
“Did we fuck before?” I ask, my hand dropping to her hip. I run my thumb along the scar, just like I did that night.
“No,” she whispers, dropping my gaze.
I lift my other hand to her chin, gripping it and lifting it until she has to meet my eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I know this scar.”
She swallows hard, her eyes darting to one side. “How?”
“From a night in Cotton Montgomery’s pool house.”
Her shoulders slump in defeat, and she nods.
“That was you?”
She nods again.
I release her and move back across the seat. “You knew?” I ask, my head spinning. How many times have I jerked off to the fantasy of that girl, the perfect girl, the last girl I fucked when I was normal? And all along, it was Gloria Walton. A girl who hates me and for all I know, caused the wrath that came my way afterwards.
“Not at first,” she says. “Not for a year.”
“How’d you know?”
“We talked last year,” she whispers. “During Bye Week.”
Fuck. The more I learn about what happened during that month of missing memories, the less I want to recover them.
“You said nothing happened between us that week.”
She wraps her arms around herself, shivering in the wind. “You said you wished you’d never found out.”
“When?”
“When we figured it out,” she says. “And you’re with Dixie now. What does it matter? It would just give her more reason to hate me.”
She’s right. I don’t want to know. I wish I’d never found out that the last night I was a guy someone desired, it was by a snake like Gloria Walton.
“She doesn’t know?” I ask.
She’s right about that too. I invited her into bed that night when I was in the middle of fucking Dixie. Understandably, Dixie was pissed and stormed out. And because it was the kind of dick move I made back then, I kept going with the stranger who’d climbed in my bed in her place.
And because I’m not a better person even when I tell myself I am, even when I try to be, I did worse tonight. Back then, Dixie wasn’t my girlfriend. Back then, it may have been a shitty thing to do, but it wasn’t cheating.
Gloria shakes her head, staring at the floor. “As far as I know, she doesn’t. Though maybe that’s why she had so much fun destroying me this year.”
“But you knew,” I say slowly. “You’ve known for a year, and you never told me. So what if I said I’d rather not know? That’s an excuse and you fucking know it. You know I wanted my memories from that month I lost.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s not like I had an opportunity,” she says. “We’re not exactly friends. It’s not like we hang out. You want me to blurt it out when we’re hanging out with Dixie and Harper?”
“Bullshit,” I say flatly. “We’ve been alone on more than one occasion.”
