ramble about nothing for hours. Such a stark contrast to her sweet, innocent personality.
Damn her lips. Her red, fuckable lips. All I’ve thought about since she spoke when she got out of her car is her lips. How it would feel to have her wet, plump lips wrapped around my cock. Her innocent eyes, big with desire. I expected innocence when she spoke when she couldn’t even swear. She wouldn’t let herself curse. But then, she spoke, and I was captivated. She was all I thought about as I ran up the mountain. The last image I had as the headlights came crashing toward us and there was nothing I could do to stop the impact.
The car crash almost killed us. It should have been the single worst moment in my life. For most people, it would be.
Not mine.
Abri changed my life. For better and worse.
But Mila, she’s like a comet headed straight for me. We’ve been on a collision course for years now. It would be easy for me to step aside. Avoid the impact, but I can’t force my legs to move. Even though I know how this ends.
I know we won’t ever be together.
I know if we were, we’d end up like Abri and me, devastated and alone. I won’t put another person through what Abri and I have been through.
But Mila is the solution to getting free.
“Do we have a deal?” Cole asks, extending his hand.
Mila can help me convince Cole I’ve moved on. She can help me get rid of Abri once and for all. Then we can both start a new life, alone.
But that damn kiss. I can’t get the kiss out of my head. Just thinking about it makes my cock ache. A feeling I haven’t had in years.
Mila is going to hate me for that one. I got her fired. I ended her college career. Never has one kiss been so destructive. But it was necessary. Or at least I thought it was. It didn’t end in exactly the way I thought it would.
Mila will come around though. She doesn’t have a choice now that’s she broke, and possibly homeless.
I brush passed Cole’s hand and take a seat at my desk.
“Deal.”
4
Mila
Sweat is disgusting. It’s sticky and wet, and there is no hiding it. I don’t care how much deodorant I wear; I can still smell the sweat dripping off my forehead, armpits, and ass. Why does my ass sweat so much?
Because my life is on the line right now, that’s why. The sweat gives me a gross distraction. The smell infiltrates my nostrils, and every time I move, I feel the slimy liquid. My clothes cling to my skin like they are attached with glue.
Focus. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks reading everything I could about how I can continue with school. How to convince people you are innocent and deserving. Be confident, but not too confident. That means don’t let them know you’re sweating. Look them in the eyes when you talk. Smile, but not too brightly. Be firm in your words, don’t use um, or like, or uh. But don’t get defensive when you speak. Dress professionally, but show enough skin that you don’t look like a young teenager instead of an adult. Admit your faults, but highlight your strengths.
I got this.
“Miss Burns, we have heard Felicity’s account of what happened. We have a written statement from the patient in question. Can you tell us in your own words what happened?” Mr. Warren, the dean of the college, says, staring at me with serious eyes.
This is it. This is my chance to finally explain.
I open my mouth, and the dryness prevents me from speaking. It’s like a desert in my mouth. Dry, and no words form.
“Miss Burns?”
“I’m sorry, um…” Shit, don’t use um. “It was a misunderstanding. The patient, Mr. Knight, I had met previously on a hike. He helped me with a minor leg injury. When I went to take care of him, he thought I wanted more. He was on a lot of pain medication and was delirious. He kissed me before I could tell him it wasn’t appropriate.”
“Did you report to your supervisor that you knew the patient and it would be inappropriate for you to take care of him?”
“Well…um…no, but as I said, I didn’t know him. I met him for like five minutes on a hike.” And he carried you down on his glistening back. But unlike the sweat pooling in the armpits of