“When was the last time she came, Marcus?”
“Last night,” I said. Thanks for reading and cheers! Didn’t your mom—”
“What do you want, Marcus?”
Something in the way she cut me off infuriated me, and I snapped my gaze back to her. She had yet to earn privacy. I shivered as I felt her fingernails graze across my scalp. “You can—”
Before Helen could say anything else, Bobbi doubled over on me, burying her face in my neck for the first time as she began convulsing in my arms, letting a loud, guttural cry escape through clenched teeth as her nails continued to dig deeper into my shoulders. I had no reason to distrust Erin, and she knew my wishes. Helen sat at the foot of my California King without a scrap of clothing on. I’d put up with Bobbi’s shit for a long time, and I was still holding onto some resentment for her. I didn’t want to inject something awkward into what felt like the beginnings of a good relationship. “No promises,” Tara said, her tone dry. “You’re going to love her,” Erin chimed in. Erin was young, with smooth, nearly flawless skin, and I marveled at how perfect it felt to run my lips or fingertips over.
