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“I ended up kind of craving another taste of it,” she continues. “I don’t know why, but I couldn’t get the sensation out of my head. I had to try it again, to see if I liked it or I was just imagining it.”
She runs her fingers over the stubble on my cheeks, sending tingles down my back. “It was still overwhelming the next time I tried it, but I started to like it, in a way. And then I seemed to enjoy the burn. I think maybe, sometimes, I don’t mind being treated like a doll, or a toy.”
My lips curl into a grin. “Noted.”
“And when I don’t want to be treated like a doll, I’ll just tell you ‘No spicy food today.’”
“So you want us to still treat you like before, unless you specify otherwise?”
She nods, rubbing her head against my chest. “Are you coming with me to campus today?”
“I thought you didn’t want us following you around anymore?” I ask, trying to understand her better.
“I don’t want you guys forcing your presence on me at all times,” Sienna explains. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want your company though.”
I reach down and pull her in for a gentle kiss, a flutter in my chest. She kisses me back, tentatively at first, but then becomesmore bold and opens her mouth to me, letting my tongue enter and twine with hers.
Our bodies press together as we kiss, close enough to feel her heartbeat, and the two of us linger there for a few more moments before Sienna pulls away, a reluctant look in her eyes.
“We should get dressed,” she says. “I need to get to campus soon.”
“Yeah,” I agree, mind still reeling from our kissing.
She disappears down the hall to Caleb’s room, leaving me alone to get dressed. I pull on a pair of dark wash jeans and a short-sleeved hoodie. I slip my feet into a pair of Cole Haans and clasp my favorite silver chain around my neck.
Once I’m done, I take the stairs two at a time and jog into the kitchen to wait for Sienna. She shows up within a few minutes in a tight-fitting black top and a green pencil skirt. I whistle, appreciating that she’s incorporating some of the clothes we picked out for her into her wardrobe now.
“You look good, Princess,” I say, leaning down to give her a peck. “Ready to go?”
“Just let me get my bookbag,” she says, skirting past me to bend down and grab the bag next to the coffee table. I reach out and smack her on the ass and she lets out a little squeak, turning to face me with a blush.
I grab her hand and we hop into the Firebird, heading out for the university. “I hope I can keep working with Dr. Thornton,” Sienna says. “I hope it’s not a problem for you.”
“It’s fine,” I say, gripping the steering wheel tightly under my fingers. “I know he’s your boss.”
“He’s been helpful with my research,” Sienna confesses. “But it’s been strictly professional between us. I don’t know if that helps but … I don’t have any feelings for him outside of seeing him as a mentor figure.”
“It’s helpful,” I tell her. “Thanks for reassuring me.”
We stop at the Psych building and she gets out, leaning over the seat to kiss me. “I’ll text you when I’m done. What are you going to do?”
“Probably just hang out,” I tell her. “I have a notebook I keep with me, sometimes I write down random song lyrics I come up with. My brothers tease me about it, so I only do it when they’re not around.”
“Aw,” Sienna makes a noise of sympathy. “Maybe I can see your songs sometime?”
“Maybe,” I say, shrugging. “Anyway, go ahead and get out of here. I’ll be fine hanging out alone.”
She waves and heads off, leaving me to pull out my mini notebook. But before I can start jotting down lines, a message from Caleb pops up.
Serpents tossed Park Dry Cleaners. They’re still there, place is a mess. We need backup.
I'm on my way, I quickly reply, then text Sienna.Got to go. Trouble with the Serpents. We'll pick you up later.
Taking off, I glance in the rearview mirror and watch the campus fade into the distance. A sense of foreboding gnaws at me, as if this is the calm before the storm.
The front windows of the dry cleaners are busted in and glass is all over the pavement. There are clothes strewn about, spilling out the front door. As I approach the building, the inside is even more of a mess.
Hangers litter the floor, some bent or broken. Piles of garments are scattered everywhere, their fabrics stained with dirt and grime from being thrown around. The counter is overturned, shattered glass glittering on the carpeted floor, amidst the wreckage.
