Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

Dammit. I grab it off the floor, knowing Liv’s awake already, but I don’t
want her disturbed.
She gives a little groan in protest, grabbing me back, but I just laugh.
“Shhh…” I tell her.
I see my mom’s name on the screen, and I answer. “Morning.”
“Where are you?” she bursts out.
Liv pulls me into her arms, and I kiss her. “Still at Liv’s,” I say.
Liv takes my other hand, putting it back where it was between her thighs.
I keep my laughter quiet.
“Okay, since I know you two are dating now, this changes things,” my
mom tells me. “Are you sleeping in separate beds?”
Liv rears back, having heard that, and looks at me like she’s wondering if
I’m aware how dumb my mom is.
“Of course not,” I say without shame. “You’re being homophobic.”
“Don’t you use that word with me!” Mom growls. “If she were Callum,
there’s no way I’d allow it, either. Sex is big deal, Clay. You can’t just start
treating this house like a hotel and practically living with your girlfriend!”
I roll my eyes, tipping my head back as Liv dives into my neck.
“I don’t care if you’re eighteen or not,” Gigi goes on. “I need to meet her.
She’s coming to dinner tonight. Do you understand?”
My body is throbbing, Liv so warm under my hand.
“Clay?” Mom yells. “Are you being safe? You are still under my roof,
you know.”
The room spins.
“Give me back the phone!” Mom cries. And then I hear my father’s
voice. “I’ll handle your mother. Bring Liv to Coco’s at seven, okay?”
I nod, excited because that’s my favorite restaurant. “’Kay. Thanks, Dad.”
“Love you.” And he hangs up, letting me go.
I drop the phone and cover her body with mine, needing this more than
food. “Let’s stay in bed all day,” I tell her.
“Just try to leave,” she threatens.
I straddle her, sitting up, and I can’t stop smiling. It’s probably all over
social media, so if nothing else, I’m going to enjoy this one day before
everyone else does their damnedest to infiltrate my peace of mind.
I stare down at her and pull off my T-shirt—her T-shirt—and grab her
leather jacket from the end of the bed. If she’s going to see anyone naked in
it, it’s going to be me.