Page 85 of Beautifully Shattered
“Rhys, everyone is innocent compared to you,” Lexi teases.
“True,” Rhys agrees without hesitation, but then launches into a detailed explanation for Abbey, telling her what edging is and how Tyler likes to push her until she stops being a brat and falls apart.
“Why would you do that to her, Mr Foster?” Abbey blurts, her face twisting into an adorably angry frown. Nothing like the version of her that killed Wendy last week.
“Abbey,” Tyler sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Please stop calling me Mr Foster. I’m not your teacher anymore. I’m not anyone’s teacher anymore.”
“Fine,” Abbey slurs a bit, the alcohol clearly hitting her harder now.
“When Kitten… I mean Rhys… needs to be punished, I edge her,” Tyler explains with zero embarrassment. “When she’s agood girl, she gets rewarded.”
Rhys bites her lip and wags her brows. “FYI, I love being punished just as much as I love being rewarded.”
Abbey frowns. “I don’t get it.”
“That’s because you haven’t discovered kinks yet.” Rhys smirks.
Abbey’s cheeks blush bright red at Rhys’ comment.
“I have kinks,” she insists, a little too loud.
“Maybe you’ve had enough of this,” I mutter, gently prying the almost empty bottle of fruity vodka from her fingers.
“What kinks do you have?” Rhys leans in, eyes alight with mischief.
“I’m kinda curious too.” Lexi giggles, and Abbey’s gaze darts over her shoulder to her best friend.
“Well…” Abbey hesitates. “I think it’s a kink.”
“We don’t need to talk about this,” I jump in quickly, but then, JD fucking opens his mouth.
“Ohhh, it’s a kink alright.”
If Abbey was sober, she’d probably be mortified about this conversation, but since her inhibitions are clouded by the effects of alcohol, she just chatters away like this is a normal conversation to have.
“It is?” she asks JD, before turning her big doe eyes to me. “We have a kink.”
Her fucking smile is beautiful. I fucking love this playful side of her.
Sighing in defeat, I nod. “We do, Angel.”
“Oh my God! What is it? Is it feet? Sy has a foot fetish. The things he has me do with his feet, or someone else’s—” Rhys’ words are cut off as Tyler clamps a hand over her mouth.
“Kitten, I don’t think Simon would appreciate you sharing that.”
“Are you serious?” Lexi squeaks. “Simon’s into foot stuff?”
“Explains why he enjoyed rubbing your feet so much when you were in the hospital,” Ayden mutters, clearly not happy.
“Our kink isn’t feet.” Abbey scrunches up her nose. “It’s these.” She points to her tits.
Fucking hell.
“Angel.” I warn, but she fucking ignores me.
“Every guy loves tits, Abs. That’s not a fetish.” Lexi giggles, and Abbey shakes her head, staggering to her feet.
“I know that, Lex.”
