Page 12 of Veiled in Brick

She ignored me, cooing into the phone, “See you in a few hours at Henry’s.”

Luke spoke a brief goodbye, and Claire tapped the glass face to end the call. She looked at me inquisitively.

“I take it last night went well considering that you think these are from him?” Her brows bobbled up and down.

“Yeah, yeah,” I shooed her away. “We fucked in the back of his car—”

She shrieked, “You WHAT?”

Liam turned to face me so quickly that I was concerned that the motion wreaked havoc on his spine. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, he was the picture-perfect expression of surprise.

“Is that really that much of a surprise to you?” I returned to Claire snarkily. “Yes, we fucked. Yes, dear GOD, it was glorious. Yes, I told him I want to see him again—”

Claire gasped, dramatically bringing a hand up to her mouth.

Liam groaned, “You fucked him?”

“And you.” I continued, glancing at Liam. “Why do you look shocked? You’re the one that joked about me having a magic pussy.”

“That was supposed to be a very funny joke.”

“I mean, it was—”

“Zoey!” Liam whined my name, leaning back to press his hands to his eyes as if he were trying to erase a memory. “That was a terrible idea!”

I wanted to snort and say, ‘Oh, trust me, it wasn’t,’ but the way that Liam was reacting gave me a twinge of anxiety that I couldn’t shake, so I settled on the much tamer:

“Oh, come on.”

“Oh, sweetie, no,” his face contorted a bit, “it really was.”

“Why, pray tell, was it a bad idea?”

“Come on Zo’, the guy screams commitment and…I dunno, I just don’t think you’ll be able to shake him now that he’s gotten a taste—”

That one, I couldn’t let slide.

I interrupted him with, “A taste?” Liam nodded, shrugging a brawny shoulder, and I added, “Congratulations, that was a deliciously disgusting comment about my pussy.”

Claire announced, “Er—we’re getting off topic—”

Liam shifted uncomfortably, raising a hand to plug one of his ears, “Ah, la-la, that’s not what I meant.”

I ignored Claire’s interjection and told Liam, “Don’t worry, he hasn’t gotten a taste yet.”

He threw his head back and mumbled, “I don’t even know why I said that.”

“He was a little too busy fucking me from behind—”

“Ah, la-LA, no,” he hummed louder to himself.

“In the back of his car—”

“Please stop—”

Claire admonished, “Zoey!”

“In an abandoned alleyway, tires squeaking as the car rocked—”

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