Page 80 of Tasty Cherry

Mila: Amazing. Maybe a little worried. Is this fast? Sometimes it feels fast.

So she’s thinking it, too.

Me: You want to slow things down?

Mila: No. I was already thinking about coming over this afternoon for more.

I force my dick not to jump. I have an audience.

Me: I’m down.

Mila: But will you be down there?

Me: You bet I will.

Mila: Three?

Me: Definitely. Here?

Mila: If that’s okay.

I look up to my sister. “I think Mila’s coming back this afternoon.”

Arya’s eyebrows lift. “Is your dick made of gold?”

“Maybe.”

She shrugs. “Cammie and I were going to go see Casablanca this afternoon anyway. They’re having a live band play the music.”

“What time?”

“Two-thirty, I think.”

“Perfect.”

She scrunches her face. “You guys won’t be naked somewhere downstairs when I get back, will you?”

I press my hand to my heart. “I vow not to be naked with Mila in any open area of the house after four-thirty.”

“Deal.”

I tap a message back to Mila. Sounds great.

I told Mila not to listen to any negative voices in her head.

Time for me to do the same.

27

MILA

The Monday morning meeting is tense.

I spotted Sebastian on my way to the staff room, and I’m trying not to think terribly dirty thoughts about him as Raya introduces the proctor who will administer our certification tests.

We all sit at different tables. Brooklyn is near the door. I’m by the wall. Ilsa is behind me. Owen is behind Brooklyn.

And Maverick? He’s nowhere to be seen.