Gwen
My phone, however, continued ringing.
Then the messages started pouring in.
Sophia (private): You really had s*x?
Sophia (private): Wow. Really? Tell me about it.
Sophia (private): Anyway, pick up your calls, okay?
A few seconds later:
Sophia (private): Pick up my f*****g calls, Gwen!
I exhaled hard through my nose, rolled my eyes, and finally answered.
“You had s*x?” Sophia’s voice was sharp, almost accusing.
“Yeah.” The single word came out softer than I meant it to. My free hand drifted down, resting lightly over the soft fabric between my thighs. I was still a little swollen. Still sensitive. Every small shift made me remember how thick Cedric had felt stretching me open.
“With who?”
My eyes widened. The question hit like a slap.
I hadn’t prepared for that.
There was
