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“Yes,” she whispered.
I gritted my teeth as the rush of orgasm built in my sac. “What about forever? Would you be interested?”
She cried out, her pussy squeezing my dick until I swore I would pass out from pleasure alone. Then, once she started trembling, I flipped her onto her back, drove into her with a few more deep strokes, and came so hard, we remained joined andcomatose for a long moment, our stilted breaths interrupting the quiet stillness of the night.
I didn’t want to fall asleep on top of her, though I wanted to fall asleep inside her. However, I eventually,reluctantly,pulled out and flopped onto my back.
“Was that a shit move?” I asked. “Asking you that while I’m inside you? I mean, was it clear what I was asking?”
When she didn’t answer, I looked over, expecting to find her asleep. Instead, she was looking directly at me, beautiful and sated in the light from that lantern she couldn’t sleep without. The guardrails hadn’t returned, but there was something else. Something unreadable and just as cautious.
“Larke, we can still have that,” I said. “We can still have forever.”
She reached for my hand, brought it to her lips, and kissed my knuckles. Then she said nothing else as she slid her hand from mine, left the bed, grabbed the lantern, and disappeared into the bathroom.
“What just happened?” I asked the ceiling. “Was that…a no?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LARKE
The rebellion started just before sunset.
A few days ago, I stole two of the dozens of smartphones Totten kept in Operations, which they confiscated upon each person’s arrival. I then left one for Tamra to find, take pictures, hook up to a printer—via the fourth cord we tried—and then safely return to me. To cover my tracks, I doctored the logs so that all signs would point to Cynthia Greer should the plot be uncovered.
I had zero reservations about what I’d done.
Retaliation wasn’t supposed to be clean.
So, as I made my way home from a rare, uninterrupted day at work, flyers lined my walking path. Some were tacked onto the trees and benches. Others were affixed to the exterior walls of buildings, which were now purging Totten residents as they “clocked” out for the day.
Some people gasped at what they saw.
Others whispered.
A few grunted as if in disbelief.
One of those “few” was Emilio.
“Hey.” He tapped my shoulder. “Hey, look at this.”
I took the sheet of paper, having already practiced my fake look of shock with Dez the night before. This particular flyer featured an image of the clinic area in the Sanitation building, where Ms. Tess did her best despite having limited medical resources. On the back was a written explanation of the lottery that Sanitation had to enter to receive medication, and an unnamed list of those who’d died while awaiting treatment.
Emilio snorted. “Just when things were finally starting to get good, starting to feel normal, here comes some jackass trying to mess everything up.”
My head snapped up so hard that I gave myself a fleeting episode of vertigo. “Hold on, you’re not upset about what it says? Emilio, you’ve seen the records, so you see, firsthand, how few supplies are allocated toward healthcare for the women in ‘sanitation services.’ Plus, you don’t think it’s weird that it’s only women who work there?”
“Larke, they get free housing, food…basically, free everything. What else would they need to spend money on?”
“It’s not free if it’s not being provided in the first place.”
He smacked the paper with his fingers. “And come on, girl. Don’t tell me you believe that something likethiscould be happening right under our noses and we don’t know about it.”
I frowned.
Of course, he wouldn’t believe it.
I only knew where to look, when to look, and who to look for because I’d lived in the shadows myself. That day in Operations when I spotted Tamra, it was because we’d agreed to meet up for me to hand off the phone. Yet, I was the only one who saw her. The scheduling ensured that Sanitation workers were witnessed by the general public as little as possible.
