Don’t worry about it.

It’s Bishop.

The hand didn’t stay on her breast for long.

He moved down, cupping her between the thighs.

She pulled away, breaking from the kiss, and sitting up.

“For fuck’s sake,” he said. “It’s my birthday.”

“I know it’s your birthday, but I’m not ready.”

“What are you waiting for? You know there is never going to be a magical time to lose your virginity, and men, we don’t like being teased.” Bishop collapsed to the bed. “There are plenty of chicks who want me.”

“You think I don’t know you have them?” She looked at him. “I don’t want us to end up like my parents or worse, like yours.”

“There’s no chance of that. For us to ever be like our parents, you have to give up the goods and I don’t fucking see you doing that.” He got up and headed toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Out!” He slammed the door closed, and she winced from the sound.

He was angry, and she’d been the one to cause it.

Putting a hand to her face, she tried to drown out the guilt, but nothing was happening.

The guilt was very much there.

She turned her head to the left and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Tonight was supposed to be a party, or at least her dad had told her it would be. Dressed in a white dress with red roses on it, she’d left her hair down, no makeup, and she thought she looked pretty.

Why can’t you go the whole way with Bishop?

It wouldn’t change who you are. It wouldn’t mean anything.

Pushing some hair off her face, she knew she wasn’t ready, and sex, it wasn’t about doing it fast and getting it done. She wanted it to be special the first time, all the times.

Staring at her reflection, she took a deep breath. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You have a right to refuse. You don’t need to be forced into having sex.” She nodded her head.

She was in no doubt at all Bishop would find another willing body tonight and then in the morning, he’d be attentive again.

She didn’t know how much longer she could go on with this back and forth between them. It was so exhausting.

****

The party was in full swing, and Milly smiled as she thought about what she’d seen. Bishop, as always, had come to her, and after sucking his dick, he’d left her alone, but she’d seen him take Robin up to his room.

It would mean he wouldn’t be taking her to his room unless she got Robin out of the way.

Her parents had already had their little fight and were now drinking.

She spotted Bear with some of the women all over him, challenging Rebecca to say something.

Preacher was around somewhere as well.

In her pocket was the little sachet of powder she’d purchased. It was enough to keep a woman aware of what was happening, but perfectly still.