Dinner was chicken and the kind of small talk that made my skin crawl.
Mom asked about my classes. I said they were fine. Cole carved the meat and passed her the salad like a man who hadn’t just come in her daughter’s ass on her own pillows. Under the table his knee pressed mine and stayed there. I ate with his load still slipping out of me every time I shifted in the chair.
She stood to clear plates.
“I’ve got the dishwasher,” she said. “You two relax.”
Cole looked at me over his glass.
“Sienna’s going to grab a shower before dessert. She’s been in those clothes all day.”
Mom smiled, proud of how thoughtful he was. “Go on, baby. I’ll save you a piece.”
I walked down the hall. He followed two minutes later, already unbuttoning, and locked the bathroom door behind him. The shower was
