Page 170 of Made Better Together

He doesn’t make me wait to find out what that’ll be tonight. “Get your phone stand set up so the camera’s shooting from between your knees.”

I scramble to comply. Once I have the stand in place, phone docked on it, I notice that Connor’s also moved his phone. Now I can see him torso to knees. He still has his shorts on, but his shirt is gone.

In the meantime, I’m lying prone on the bed, legs parted, with the phone shooting up my body.

“Take your shirt off, Rosy. I want to watch those beautiful tits shake during what’s coming next.”

He doesn’t say why they’re going to shake, but it’s not my role to ask. I pull it over my head.

“Good girl. My perfect listener.”

On the phone, I watch as he reaches into his shorts and pulls his cock out. It’s almost fully erect, and he gives it a stroke.

“I’m already so hard, beauty, because you’re such a good girl for me.”

I sigh with pleasure, and then wait for my next instruction.

“Keep your legs wide. I can see the shape of your lips through those panties. Did you know they’re transparent?”

“I didn’t, Sir.”

“Well, it’s quite a sight.” Stroke. “Now pull those panties aside, and give that needy pussy what she wants…”

I sleep well after that. The next morning, Connor repeats the routine of texting me as I’m getting ready.

This isn’t much different from before the pause. At least not yet.

But when I open my Notes of everything that I have to do before I leave for California, appreciation bubbles up for this little break, because my time can be focused here, at Tolliver.

I need to study a ton for these finals, and my efforts would be half-baked if I were at his apartment. Forget about writing my Art History paper there. Not because Connor would want to distract me, but because I’d be easily sidetracked in his presence.

The following day, I tackle another item—having a conversation with Dad about what happened with Connor. He connected me to his lawyer over email when Aiden sent his engagement letter two days ago, but we haven’t spoken.

I buzz him early in the morning, and he picks up right away.

“Hi, how is everything going?” he asks cautiously.

“I’m fine. You okay to talk now?

“Sure.”

“I—just so you know, Connor and I are staying together. Officially.”

He blows out a breath. “Okay. Okay.”

“He’s respectful of how busy I am, and I’m not worried about how the relationship’s going to impact school or soccer.” I’m not going to explain the “pause” to him right now; this is enough.

“Well…I appreciate that.” I can’t tell if he’s being reserved because he feels bad, or because he’s still upset. Maybe it’s both.

Either way, I soldier on. “It sounds like you were tough on him. After you and I spoke. Despite the fact that I told you it was my choice.”

“Yeah…yeah, I was. I was really pissed, Eden. I probably crossed some lines in what I said.”

“I don’t know everything you told him, but it was enough for him to think he was a burden on me. That’s not okay.” It’s as stern as I’ve ever been with him.

He’s quiet for a few seconds. “You’re right.”

“Now that I’m an adult, you need to respect my boundaries. It wasn’t your place to get involved. Be mad at him for lying for the sake of your relationship, but don’t mess with mine…Please.”