Chapter 37: We've Got Time
Lizzie
I stared at him, genuinely shocked by the intensity of his resentment. Whatever had gone down after I left the party must have been far worse than I’d imagined. I guess that's why he's mad. Lauren must have done something.
Still, the moment felt right to share what I’d observed—the strange, unsettling vibe between Lauren and her brother that I’d picked up on at the party. He deserved to know.
“I hate to ruin the pillow talk,” I began carefully, “but there’s something you really need to know.”
I jolted when I felt his fingers slide between my folds, rubbing my p***y with gentle, almost massaging strokes. The touch was light but deliberate, coaxing fresh wetness from me despite how thoroughly he’d already used me.
“What’s that?” he asked, perfectly
