“Yeah, I guess I am,” Tracey said, though her gaze was accusatory at Sara. She still believed that somewhere inside that twisted person that she had cared for her at some point. Maybe still did in some equally twisted way.
Tracey smiled triumphantly. “You used to love it when I touched you.” It was a little unnerving having Sara so close when she was so mad, but she wasn’t going to show it. “Please, Tracey,” she mimicked breathily. “Right there…oh…that feels so good…”
“That’s none of your business.” Maybe Sara was right. Was she in love? Tracey hadn’t let herself think about it. Part of her really wanted to be in love and part of her was scared to death by it.
Sara was the last person she’d cared about and look how that turned out…
There is was. Sara was jealous. Tracey felt bad for her for a moment. “I’m sorry you are unhappy. So, I should be miserable too? Just…get a girlfriend. Sneak around like you did before.”
“Like you are really the person to lecture me on the need to discretion? Sod off and die, Sara,” Tracey hissed, twisting out of Sara’s grasp. Taking a step back, she glared at Sara. “You are the one that is miserable because you won’t be with the people you want to be with. You are the one who kept me and any of the other girls you were with a secret.”
“You have the audacity to make me feel bad about being careful myself?”