Chapter 142
Nolan
"I'm not ready," I whisper.
We're standing outside Jack's office like a pair of idiots about to break curfew instead of two grown adults who live here.
Ciel leans casually against the wall, arms folded, looking entirely too calm for someone orchestrating my impending humiliation.
"You are," he says. "I taught you everything I know."
"Yeah," I whisper-yell, glancing at the closed door like it might swing open and expose us, "but that was on you."
He raises a brow.
"In case you've forgotten," I continue in a harsh whisper, "Jack is significantly bigger than me. He has a monster dangling between his legs."
Ciel presses his lips together to keep from laughing.
"Just relax your throat," he says patiently, like we're discussing breathing exercises. "It's easy."
"Then you do it," I snap.
"Oh no you don't, Nollie." He jabs my chest with his finger.
I rub the spot, offended. How does someone so small have that much strength?
