Chapter 2
Lily’s pov
He does not answer me.
He just steps into the living room and puts his hand on the door and pushes it until it almost clicks shut, leaving that thin dark line of hallway light so we would still hear the stairs if they started to creak.
My hand is still moving between my legs because I cannot make it stop.
The drug and the almost-getting-caught and the way he is looking at me have turned the ache into something that feels like it will split me open if I do not keep rubbing.
“Stop.” He says, the word is low.
I make a broken sound that is half sob and half moan and my fingers keep going, two of them still inside, thumb smearing my c**t in ugly little circles.
He crosses the carpet and stands over the chair. I have to tip my head back to see his face.
The dre
