C20 Audrey


James had now seen my flea-trap apartment. He knew about my brother. He’d been inside me every which way, and he knew what I tasted like. He knew what I sounded like when I came…
What I sounded like screaming his name.
He had all of my ugly pieces laid before him, exposed. 
I didn’t want to be in this position—getting back into his car, Kai studiously not looking at me. 
I knew my face was puffy