Page 38 of Black Light: Cured

acts around her. I know he’s with Melody and that there will never be anyone else for him, but it

should be me leaning in and talking to her in low tones. Not Kawan.

“Is this agreeable to you, Lila?” he murmurs. “You are the injured party. I don’t give a fuck what

he wants or what you think he wants. You need to take care of you.”

A smattering of ‘yes’ and agreeing tones reaches my ears. It seems like little Lila has trouble

saying no and making sure her needs are met. Perhaps this is something I need to keep an eye out for if

she agrees to play with me.

“It’s agreeable to me.”

“More than that,” Spencer butts in, earning an internal eye roll from me. “Do you accept his

apology?”

I lean forward, waiting to hear the words drip from her lips. If she accepts my apology, then

there’s a chance I haven’t fucked everything up.

“I do.”

The tight band eases from around my heart at those two little words. With final glares at me and

soft smiles toward Lila, the rest of the crowd disperses, leaving us alone.

“I want to see you after you're done massaging tonight.”

“I-I don’t really think that’s a good idea. I need some space.” Unease flashes across her face as

she picks at the edge of her scrub top.

My heart plummets at those words. I was hoping to do right by her tonight, to give her something

as a way of saying I’m sorry. “When can I see you?”

“When you see me. I have to get ready for my next client. I’m already behind.”

Before she slips through the curtain, she looks up at me, the turmoil still clearly there. But for a

brief moment, it softens, giving me hope that not all is lost. Heading toward the exit, I go to collect my

things. I’ve already fucked up enough tonight, and I don’t want to make things worse.

If she needs to cool down, then I’ll give her the space to do it, but I won’t make it so long that it

becomes tense or awkward between us. Knowing her, she’ll be at the classes Tuesday, and though I

don’t normally attend, it will be a step in the right direction.

Hurrying out to my car, I pull up the schedule to see if it’s even a class I’d be interested in, and

wouldn’t you know it? It’s Lila teaching massage as acts of service and aftercare followed by a

‘massage tools in BDSM’ class. I will for sure be there and I’ll be up front so she can’t miss me.