Tell Me Pretty Lies

He walks out, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

“I thought he was gone,” is all she says.

“So did I.”

I step out of the shower, handing her a towel before grabbing one for myself. She wraps it around her, knotting it at her chest. When we step into the hall, Holden’s standing in front of my bedroom door with his arms crossed.

“I just have one question,” he says, looking between us.

“What?”

“When did you get your nipples pierced?”

“Oh my God,” Shayne said, her cheeks turning bright pink. She pushes past him, walking into my room. We follow her in, watching as she disappears into my closet. When she comes out, she’s wearing one of my black t-shirts that hits her mid-thigh.

“Why don’t you seem mad? Or even surprised?” she asks, pointing a finger at him.

“Wait, did you two actually think you were slick?” he asks, chuckling. “You both disappeared for two days, she sleeps in your bed every night, you eye-fuck each other any time you’re in the same room, oh, and let’s not forget the night you went down on her while I was on the couch next to you. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“But you said—” Shayne exclaims, her face turning even redder.

“I lied.” He winks.

“Oh my God,” she says again, dropping down onto the edge of my bed.

“All right, well, now that I’m horny as fuck, I’m gonna go find someone to play with. You kids have fun.”

Holden walks out and I walk over to my closet, throwing on a pair of grey sweats before I sit next to Shayne on my bed.

“So. That happened.”

“It did.”

“Are you okay with that? With people knowing?”

“Are you?”

She lifts a shoulder. “We’re still figuring things out. I just don’t want anyone to ruin it before we have a real chance.”

I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me. “Fuck everyone else. It’s you and me.”

She smiles and I feel it like a jolt in my chest. I miss seeing that smile every

day. They don’t come as easily as they used to.

“You didn’t get to finish.”

“You don’t need to remind me,” I say, adjusting my half-hard dick in my sweats.

She bites down on her lip, dropping to her knees between my legs.

“We should do something about that.”

The sound of wind whipping branches against my window pulls me from my sleep. My room is dark, the TV we fell asleep watching earlier no longer on. I slide my arm out from under Shayne’s head, careful not to wake her, then I reach for the lamp on my nightstand, but it doesn’t turn on. Power must be out. I roll out of bed, blindly feeling around for my phone. When I find it, I turn on the flashlight, heading for my door. I swing it open, finding Holden standing on the other side.

“Check the breaker box?” I ask him. It’s probably due to the high winds, but with someone fucking with Shayne, my paranoia is on high alert.

“Not yet. I forgot where Dad left his keys for the basement.”