I cringed when I remembered him releasing into me. I scrubbed between my legs roughly.
Kyle
I lay in bed counting all the ways I was such a chicken shit. In the cool light I day, I had no clue how to approach Lee. I knew she was awake.
I’d heard her shuffling around in her room over an hour ago and then heard the shower running from across the hall. She’d been in there for half hour and I was still lying in my bed, contemplating how I was going to face her. I was such a pussy.
Jumping out of bed, I threw on a shirt and jeans before I stripped the sheets.
Pulling off the Band-Aid was the best approach; I was just going to have to face her. I went downstairs to the kitchen and waited.
Lee
I was not in a sexy mood; I was in a shitty one. Still, I dressed in the white gypsy dress with off the shoulder straps that Cam had set out for me. It flattered my shape. Hugging my hips, it cinched my waist and loosened to flare above my knees. I left a few buttons open at the front. I couldn’t tie them if I wanted to; my chest was already straining against the fabric. I did not need help in the bust department; I had heavy, full breasts.
Slipping a pair of flat white pumps on my feet, I checked behind me. The skirt covered the scars on my buttocks and upper thighs and the full back of the dress covered the ones on my lower back.
I was grateful Kyle had not noticed them; it was bad enough Cam knew. I’d never had to worry about anyone seeing them before because I kept myself covered up. I’d never exposed myself to anyone…Except Kyle.
Blow-drying my dark brown curly hair until it fell in loose curls below my breasts I then applied some makeup, painting my lips a glossy red and gave my gray eyes the smoky effect Cam had showed me to do. I brushed some blush to my cheeks and neck. My hand froze on a large purplish bruise.
Oh god .Kyle had branded me. How had I not noticed him doing that?
I raised my fingers and rested them on the huge hickey on my neck. Oh fantastic. I covered it as best I could with some foundation. When I finished I could still see it, but only faintly. Besides the icky love bite on my neck, I actually looked good and I needed a confidence boost, today of all days.
My waist looked very narrow, but damn my hips were so wide; I looked like a heifer. Cam’s mother had once referred to them as ‘childbearing hips’. I shuddered at the thought.
I was doomed to be short and curvy, with an overly large chest. Being nineteen years old, the odds of growing another few inches and evening out were slim.
Finally ready, I poked my head out of the bathroom. The coast was clear so I slipped downstairs to find Cam. She whistled when I walked into the kitchen.
A choked noise from behind us made me realize we were not alone. Derek and Kyle were sitting at the kitchen table behind me. I blushed fiercely when my eyes met Kyles. He had his coffee cup held up to his mouth and was frozen in his seat.
I turned my back on him quickly and walked over to grab a cup of coffee. I could not deal with him right now, not with Derek gaping at me and Cam grinning like the cat that got the cream.
“Hot damn Lee, that’s what I’ve been talking about for years. Show that sexy body off.”
I flushed bright red.
“Don’t be such so crude Cam,” I muttered, concentrating on filling my cup. I could feel Kyle’s steel blue eyes boring into my back.
“I’m simply stating the obvious, Derek doesn’t Lee look sexy?” Cam asked as she grabbed a chair beside Derek at the table.
“Oh no Cam, you’re not gonna mind fuck me with trick questions baby,” Derek chuckled. “Ask Kyle, he’s impartial.”
I trembled as I turned around to face my three roommates sitting at the table staring at me.
I felt like a damn show pony.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, I prayed.
“Kyle, doesn’t Lee look sexy?” Cam asked feigning innocence.
Kyle’s eyes raked over me slowly. “You look beautiful Lee,” he said, then stared down at the newspaper on the table in front of him.
“Come sit Lee,” Cam said. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to break the ice between Kyle and me. She thought we could patch things up. I wanted to tell her that ship had sailed. After last night, there was no slipping back into any kind of friendship with him.
I shuffled awkwardly to the table, taking the last remaining seat, which of course had to be next to Kyle. Dear god this was a slow form of torture.
I eased myself into the chair, careful not to brush against him. I did anyway, squirming in my seat when my knee brushed his thigh. Kyle cleared his throat roughly, shifting himself in his chair. He looked like he was in pain. I whimpered, my breath coming fast and quick when our eyes met.
When Cam touched my shoulder, I literally jumped out of my chair, breaking eye contact with Kyle.