The air around us goes thick. “What?”
His voice is a low hiss.
“I...I need to go home.”
I stand, so suddenly I feel a little dizzy. It’s bad enough I’m soaked, that he is riding after a few drinks and that I let him fuck me with his fingers, but now this.
“Violet,” he yells as I charge up the beach.
“Let’s just go.”
“What happened to her?”
I pause, my entire body freezing. “I don’t know.”
But I do know.
I do.
And it ruined my life.
6
“SO HE HASN’T CALLEDyet? He could be busy,” Reagan says, sitting on my kitchen bench and staring at me as I pace the room.
I’ve been doing this for about an hour now, and I still can’t figure out what’s going on. I’m pretty sure I scared Travis off with my mental “I don’t believe in love” speech. Then I blurted out Lillian’s death to him and bolted when he asked for an explanation. I should have given him an explanation, I know that, but honestly, the thought of talking to him about that scares me.
I don’t talk about her.
At all.
“I think I scared him off,” I admit.
Reagan sighs, pursing her lips. “How? Tell me everything. We can break it down together.”
“We went to dinner, which was nice. We did a whole karaoke thing, but I freaked out halfway through and we got into it outside. Then, he took me to the beach and things just...I don’t know, got heated. We kissed and then... well, yeah...”
“Oh my God, you had sex?” she blurts.
I shake my head. “No, of course not. But he touched me.”
“Travis Phoenix fingered you?” she practically screams.
I shoot her a look. “Do you have to be so blunt?”
She grins. “You lucky... oh my God, fuck. Was it good? Tell me everything.”
“Well, it wasn’t bad,” I say, and her eyes widen. “It was...ah, I don’t know. Amazing, incredible, everything I could have ever imagined.”
“God, you’re so lucky. So lucky. Tell me what happened next, I’m invested.”
I slide onto the bench, crossing my legs. “Well, afterward we talked, and he sang to me...”
“He sang to you? Jesus, Vi...”
I roll my eyes. “Reagan, I swear...”
She fans herself. “Then what?”