Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I PULL UP in front of Mimi’s house, parking right behind my mother’s
Rover. I check my phone before I get out of the car.
Liv never texted me back.
It was a rhetorical question anyway. I don’t believe for one second that
she wants me to stop. She’s capable of walking away when she wants. She’s
proven it.
I want to give her everything she deserves, and I will. Prom is coming.
Almost at the end of the school year. After the debutante ball. Near
graduation.
I’ll face everything, then. I guess I just thought this would be easier. I
thought it was just sex. I didn’t expect...to never want to walk away.
I type out a text. Send me a pic.
I wait, a cool breeze sweeping through the trees as the sun starts to set. I’d
stayed at school, knowing Liv had rehearsal today and then had to babysit her
nephew, and did my homework in the library, killing time before my weekly
meeting with Mimi.
Her reply rolls in, and I click on the image she sends.
A bowl of penne pasta with white sauce, artichokes, and chicken.
I roll my eyes. Of your face, please?
A few seconds later, I see her beautiful lips, a faint blush red, puckered to
the camera next to a forkful of penne.