Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

me understands why. And the other part can’t forgive him.” She looks up at
me. “How could he think about anything else? How could he want a woman
when our son is underground?”
Because it’s not about the sex.
Liv feels good to me. Everything feels good with her, and I crave her
every moment, but it’s not about the sex. It’s about everything that comes
with it. Talking to her. Touching her. Her scent and the promise of more. The
feel of how she loves my body, and how being with her and doing things that
make her breathless reminds me that I feel just a little bit lonely with
everyone else in my life, except her.
It’s about having someone to look forward to who wants your love.
She approaches me and takes my face in her hands. I blink away my
tears, coming back to the present.
“Fuck the dress,” she tells me. “And fuck Mimi.”
I have to hold back my laugh. Excuse me?
“Wear what you want to the ball, okay?”
I nod, not really caring about the ball anymore, but I like this side of her,
so I keep my mouth shut.
She kisses my cheek and starts to move around me, but then she stops,
like she’s listening for something.
That’s when I notice the sound of running water.
Oh, shit. Liv’s washing up in my bathroom.
She steps back, eyeing me. “Did you have someone over last night,
Clay?”
I guess I hesitate too long, because she gives me a look.
“Clay…” she chides.
“It’s Krisjen,” I blurt out. “Don’t worry.”
But she cocks her head, and I know it was stupid to say Krisjen, because
all she has to do is call her mom and I’m caught.
“It’s Liv Jaeger,” I finally tell her.
Her brow narrows. “Olivia Jaeger? The…”
The… The what, Mom?
“The motorcycle girl from school?” she finally asks.
Yeah, Mom. The motorcycle girl.
My mom stares at me. “You’re not going over to their house, right?”
I raise my eyebrows. “Am I not supposed to hang with the help in Sanoa
Bay, Snobby?”