Page 175 of Hide and Keep

“I’ve just never had one before, period.”

Now I feel bad for throwing the bear.

Kind of.

Not really. It should’ve beenmeshe humped. It’s the number one reason why I have a face.

Probably.

“And?”

“And what?”

“Did it live up to the hype?”

Ever shakes her head for several moments too long.

“Did you come?” I ask, more fascinated than I’d ever admit out loud.

“Well, yeah… I mean… If I rub my clit on anything long enough, I’m gonna come.”

So she’s a clit-climaxer. I figured she was but not all women are. It’s good to know she hasn’t been faking it with me.

It’s really good to know.

I eye the bear through the rearview mirror, wondering how many times she came on him.

After I get Ever to class, I jog back out to the car and bury my nose in the bear’s caved-in face to see if I can pick up on her scent. I don’t know if she was wearing underwear or not, but I can’t really smell her pussy. Sadly.

I look the animal over for anything that could pass as a smear of cum, finding none. The gleam in his now-lopsided eye appears gloating, or at least that’s how it feels, sealing his fate.

I give him an arrogant smirk of my own…all the way to the closest trash can. Just as I’m about to let go though, Ever’s face flashes in my mind. She was really happy when I gave her the bear. If she was telling the truth about never having a stuffed animal before, this would’ve been her first one.

“Fuck,” I say as I walk his smug ass back to the car. After a half hour of trying to redistribute the stuffing back to his face, I sit him on the passenger seat again, exactly like I did the first time except with a face that isn’t even close to perfect.

But mine isn’t either and she did name the fucker after me, so…

Happy humping, Ever.

I flip Crue 2.0 off before shutting the door and hustling back to Ever’s classroom.

Two days later, I’m waiting to escort Ever to dinner when she emerges from her bedroom wearing another long gown, this one black with a slight shimmer to the material. Only held up by two thin straps, it hugs her body, showing off every curve.

She’s stunning, but ridiculously overdressed for a meal in, and unfortunately, she’s already wearing her shoes.

“What are you so dressed up for?” I ask in case I missed something.

There’s nothing on her schedule for tonight, but we haven’t talked much the last couple days, not since the conversation about the teddy bear. She lit up finding him waiting for her, just not enough to actually say anything about it. Not even a thank-you. If only she knew how badly I wanted to incinerate that stuffed motherfucker.

“A funeral,” she says with zero emotion.

Jesus, someone should have told me that. Anyone. I had no idea.

“I’m really sorry,” I rush out. I don’t know who died or how close they were to her. “I need to get changed.”

Ever looks past me to my room and nods. “Okay. I’ll wait.”

I can’t keep the surprise out of my voice as I ask, “You will?”

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