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“So, have you spoken to Lila?” my mother asked, trying
to sound innocent. Bianca flinched, and Mother Dearest hid
her smile behind her teacup. Here we go again.
“No, I haven’t,” I grunted. “We broke up. The end. Stop
asking about Lila.”
Last night, I fell asleep with Lila on my thoughts.
I woke up in the middle of the night, jerked off again
with her on my mind.
In the morning, I woke up with the memory of her taste
on my lips.
Bianca cleared her throat, trying to divert the
conversation, but my mother ignored her.
“She didn’t even give you a call on Christmas?”
“No.”
“What about–”
“No,” I barked.
She gave me that fake lip quivering shit she did, every
time she asked about Lila, and I’d been forced to shut her
up. Who was this woman? Definitely not my mother! “I was
just asking… You always get so tense whenever I mention
her.”
She quirked up a mocking eyebrow at me and took
another sip of her tea. “It looks like the thought of her still
makes you restless. She’s always on your mind, it seems.”
I rubbed a hand over my face, tired of this same shit
every day. “Mom, stop!”
Her teacup paused halfway to her lips, and her jaw
dropped. Her hand started to shake. She opened her mouth
to speak, but closed it again, looking like a gaping fish out
of water. Her eyes turned glassy, and it was then I
realized…
“You called me, Mom,” she murmured, her voice
breaking.
My stomach twisted, and I felt… something in my chest.
A tightening sensation.