She was a sexed-up wreck, and she was still shaking when she
slipped out the door.
Claire collapsed against the bed. Now that Haley was gone,
she could let herself go. She was shaking too. She was out of
control. She was out of control as she cleaned the toys and put
everything away. She was out of control as she stripped off her
clothes and threw herself into the shower of the en suite
bathroom. She was out of control as she gave herself three
brutal orgasms that didn’t leave her anything close to satisfied.
She was out of control when she collapsed into bed, her
exhaustion from earlier forgotten.
Half an hour after that, music floated underneath the crack
of her door and breached the walls of her bedroom. Haley.
Piano. Claire expected another dark, gnashing piece, a revenge
piece of her own. Instead, the melody was soft and gentle.
Chapter 12
Haley
Haley sat on the beach sipping the world’s best smoothie,
because Jean was a genius with a blender and with fruit, milk,
and ice cream, waiting for Elva and Amy to show up. Saturday
mornings wer
e supposed to be like this. Sun, blue sky, no
wind, not too hot. It was almost July. She had another month
to go, until the beginning of August, with her summer classes,
and then she’d have an entire month off before starting her last
year.
She’d purposely made it so her last year would be easier.
She’d be done at the end of December instead of the end of
May and she’d have fewer classes per semester. She’d just be
going on Tuesdays and Thursdays, if she could arrange her