“But you—”
“What about me?”
“You’re with Tray Evans. I mean, do you guys…?”
Holy fuck. I was a bit taken aback by this conversation. There was a huge difference between myself and Molly.
“Yeah, we do,” I said bluntly.
“Is he, does he…?”
“What?”
“Does he ever…you know,” she took a deep breath, “put his hands…down there?”
How far was Larkins going?
“Yes, he does. Do you want Larkins to do that?”
“I don’t know…sometimes.”
“Do you guys talk before you do that?”
“No!” she was horrified. “Do you?”
“It’s different.” And it was—I was on a whole other level than Molly. I knew I could tell Tray point-blank that I was uncomfortable with something and he’d stop, no questions asked.
Did Larkins know she didn’t want that?
“Larkins might be going there, but he might be thinking it’s what you want,” I suggested. “You guys should talk. You need to talk.”
Why the hell was I feeling responsible for this girl and her sex life?
“Sometimes it’s…nice.”
“Tell him what you want,” I said bluntly.
Molly looked a little more appeased and maybe a little bit relieved.
Kayden and Angela looked like they wanted to disappear.
“Alright. I’m going to go,” I announced. You could only be socially charitable for so long. And sometimes…talking was too much work. Plus, this conversation did not fall under any of the four requirements or the exception clause.
That was my rationalization and I was sticking to it. I wasn’t going to feel guilty about not talking to the rest of the Invisibles.
I marched over to Larkins and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. “Come,” I ordered.
As we turned the corner, I asked, “What are you and Molly doing?”
“What are you talking about?” He looked confused, but a seconds later I saw a flicker of awareness in his eyes.
“Do not play with me.” I crossed my arms, glaring.
“Fine. We’re…this is embarrassing.”
“Tough,” I barked.
“We’ve been,” he looked down, his foot playing with a rock, “I don’t know. We get together and do things—”