Page 85 of The Forbidden Villain
“We’ll be home soon,” Gordon says as if reading my mind.
“That’s great,” I reply, then freeze when I notice several other notifications popping up across my screen from a specific app.
Lev.
An odd sense of relief glides through my veins at seeing his message, along with guilt because I missed our Saturday night chats.
Hi. How are you?
He sent me this message on Saturday, and I know he’s never online in the mornings but still I type back.
Hi! I’m okay. I’m sorry I couldn’t talk on Saturday. Something came up.
It’s Monday morning, so he’s probably working or…
My eyes widen, and I gasp when I notice the three dots indicating he’s replying to me right away.
Gordon asks, “Everything all right?”
“Yes, don’t worry about it.” He turns right, and I start to recognize the buildings around me, which means in about ten minutes, I’ll be home and can finally take a shower to wash away the masculine scent, which is twitching my nose and causing goose bumps to spread all over me.
If that’s not pathetic, I don’t know what is, honestly.
Everything all right?
My fingers seem to reply of their own accord.
Not really.
Want to share with me?
Somehow, this proposition brings relief to the bubble threatening to burst within me because I have to discuss this whole thing with someone.
I can’t do it with Aileen or Emmaline because it’s weird to discuss my sex life when it’s Aileen’s brother who took my virginity.
I can’t talk to Scarlett because while she’ll understand and probably suspects already, she’s still my brother’s close friend. What if she accidentally spills the beans, so to speak?
And I can’t talk to my psychiatrist either.
I had sex with my brother’s brother-in-law last night.
Cringing inwardly at how stupid this sounds, I close my eyes and quickly open them again when the phone pings with a new message.
Okay.
That’s all? He has nothing else to say?
To be fair, I haven’t given him much information to ask any questions, and besides, having sex is a new and earth-shattering experience for me. To most adults, it’s a normal occurrence, I guess. Technically, there is nothing criminal in that statement either.
Why is that a problem?
It’s very complicated.
Complicated how?
He’s twenty years old. I think. I’m not sure how old he is, actually.
He’s probably slightly older than Aileen. Since she turns nineteen soon, he must be twenty or twenty-one? They rarely talk about his age, and I never asked any questions, but now, come to think of it, when Valencia showed me family photos…I’ve never seen his baby pictures.
