Damon smirked.
I glared at him over my shoulder. He was still inside me. His hand was still between my legs. And now he was grinding again. Tiny, slow, almost invisible movements that made my eyes roll back and my belly twist like I was about to come again.
“She’s what?” my mum said.
“She’s not here,” I said again. “I’m alone.”
“You sound like you’re hiding something.”
“I’m not,” I squeaked. “I’m really not. I just woke up. Literally. I’m not even wearing panties. I mean—I’m on my period so I don’t wear panties at night. Or I do. But not when it’s hot. Sometimes I use a towel. But—anyway. Mum, please don’t ask me questions. I’m so tired I could cry. Can we talk later?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her tone softening just a little.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” my mum asked a
