Disclaimer;

I don't own Victorious, unfortunately. It'd be a teenage lesbianfest if I did though.

Warnings;

This fanfiction contains femslash - Jade and Tori. Also, it's rated M. If you're not into lesbians or this pairing in particular, that's cool, but I'd suggest you not read this fanfiction. Beyond this chapter, there will be questionable content.

Author's Note;

Hey ya'll.

Well, I've had some time to myself lately, so this chapter was relatively quick and easy to write. I got everything I wanted to say said, and the rest is ready for part three. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Edit;

Do you know what I forgot to do? I forgot to thank all of ya'll for the reviews and the favorites and alerts and all that jazz. Ya'll's support is greatly appreciated, and I'll do my best not to let you down. You guys rock, and honestly, ya'll flatter the hell out of me.

Can't Stop

Part Two

Tori found herself sitting alone in her bedroom with nothing more to do than stare at the ceiling.

A few nights had passed since her last encounter with Jade, and the blue-eyed girl hadn't showed up for school that day. Jade was known for skipping out on class, but normally she showed up for school at least, and the fact that she hadn't even seen her car in the parking lot said a lot in its own way; she'd be back to shutting Tori out if something didn't happen, and that something needed to happen soon.

She'd thought about coming up with an excuse to text Jade, but saying, "I just wanted to see if you're alright" didn't seem apropriate to her. She kept punching a few letters into her phone before stopping and erasing them, then starting the process all over again. She couldn't help it; Tori was genuinely afraid that she'd missed her chance, and that it was too far gone now to be worth pursuing.

It was more than just a blur of a memory in her head.

Jade had turned to her with her lips so close to Tori's that the brown-eyed girl knew it was a challenge. Kiss me, the dark-haired girl's eyes had said to her, a dark, primal fire burning in them, like a predator's expression as it stalked its next meal. Kiss me, and maybe I'll know you mean it.

And she hadn't, and she'd failed Jade's test, and it left her with a thirty-five dollar bill and an annoyed Trina to pick her up an hour and a half later.

She rolled over on her bed and stuffed her face into her pillow. Well, this was turning out to be a lot harder than she'd expected; and why had she expected it to be any less? Maybe she'd had the notion that Jade was interested in her too, and that she would have a little give. So far, Tori knew that she was at least interested in toying with her, but how far she could run on just that, she was unsure. She groaned as the phone beside her vibrated, and as she reached for it, she was surprised to find it wasn't there. Her hand patted the bed around the place where the Pearphone should have been until she finally sat up to look for it.

"Oh, Vega," came a familiar voice. "You looking for this?"

Tori nearly jumped out of her skin. Jade was standing next to her bed with her phone in her hands, scrolling through her messages as if it was her own, and the look on her face looked only slightly amused. Her attention was kept on the phone so as to ignore Tori, who, still in surprise, merely watched her as she scrambled to adjust her tank top and even run her fingers through her hair.

"Relax," said Jade, finally holding the phone at her side and looking to the brown-eyed girl before her. "You're as good as you're gonna get."

"Oh, thanks," Tori replied with a scoff. She reached for the phone in Jade's hand, and instead Jade set it on the dresser behind her before smoothing her ruffly black skirt and sitting on the bed next to Tori. The two sat there in silence for a moment as Jade's eyes wandered around the room, inspecting the knicknacks on the shelves and dressers and the rather girly violet and baby blue tones that covered the room. It was sickeningly bright and obnoxious compared to her own room, which was beautifully (and comfortably) dark and almost macabre in nature. She'd been in here before and had managed to take a few interesting looking items, (one of which was a little ceramic figurine that Tori hadn't even noticed was gone, and Jade found she was quite simply fascinated with it,) before she came down the stairs to find that Tori hadn't known she'd been in her home.

And here she was alone with her for the first time in this neon-bright room.

"So... what's up?" Tori finally asked, biting her lip as she watched Jade's eyes find their way back to her own.

Jade was silent for a moment before replying, "I'm not sure."

The brunette nodded, as she knew that would have been her answer as well. If anything, she was sure she was twice as confused as Jade about this - about them. Jade obviously had the confidence and the bravery to come over to her house and allow her this second chance, this opportunity to step up and accept the challenge that she had previously extended to her, and still she found that she was faltering in her words and racing through her thoughts that seemed to become jumbled inside her head. She shifted rather uncomfortably on top of her comforter before looking past Jade and to the digital clock on the dresser, which read 7:32 PM, meaning she had been lying in bed just thinking about the girl now here before her for nearly three hours.

Tori had moved slightly closer to Jade and was now sitting near the edge of the bed with her. Her mind kept trying to come up with the words to say, but she panicked before they could form on her lips and pushed them back down. How could she go about this? Just hold her head and kiss her? It seemed like dangerous ground to tread on, but almost every step in Jade's direction was like working your way through a maze of land mines.

Finally, her thoughts came spilling out of her in only three simple words. "What are we?"

Jade looked to her, her lips slightly pouting and her eyebrows pressed. Her eyes inspected her expression; it looked tired, lost. Beautiful. And yet when she heard the slightest of listless whines in the girl's voice, she thought of Cat, and it shot a pang of guilt and hurt through her, and she forced herself to look at her own hands, which were laced together over her legs.

"What do you think we are?" she asked softly, the shaking in her voice causing her to sound much more vulnerable and weak than she ever had to Tori.

Tori looked down at the black nail polish that was chipping off of Jade's nails, and then to the ring on her finger; it had a small butterfly on it, and there were sapphire swarovski crystals embedded into it. She realized that it was the ring that Cat had gotten her for some holiday (that Tori hadn't even heard of) sometime last year. A sudden realization as to why Jade was holding back shot through her, and for the first time, she knew that Jade was almost as confused as she herself was, (if not more so.)

"I think we're complicated," she said with a quiet sigh.

Jade gave a rather pitiful laugh before agreeing, nodding her head and looking off toward the window, where the lights of LA were distorted by sheer curtains, as the blinds beneath them were drawn up. Tori watched her for a moment, relishing the feeling of this peaceful, albeit hopeless, moment of quiet that was shared between them, as neither had anything to say but the truth - and though it hadn't been put out there vocally, they knew how they felt. To what extent, however, was to be discovered, Tori decided, as she could simply no longer take this feeling of indecisiveness.

"It doesn't have to be like that," she said, and she found herself quietly moving toward Jade, who immediately froze. There she went again, pushing those boundaries of closeness - entering that space that Jade had only allowed two people in. The blue-eyed girl wondered if this was wrong, if this shouldn't be Tori - the girl she'd been torturing since the little brunette's arrival at Hollywood Arts. It should be Beck. No, it should be Cat. Beck doesn't want me anymore, she said to herself, closing her eyes as she tried to hold back that little electric shock of pain that went through her. And where was Cat when she didn't answer the phone the millionth time Jade called her?

Tori was right here in front of her, drawing nearer, asking Jade to close the distance. She was fair game; fresh prey; a blank canvas waiting to be made into something magnificent.

But Jade wasn't simply going to answer a simple request. No, if Tori wanted to enter this new level of a friendship - relationship - whatever this was, she was going to have go get on her knees and beg for it.

So the blue-eyed girl turned to face her, her eyes half-lidded as she captured Tori's gaze with her own, and there they were again; just like the other night, enwrapped in their own little way of asking the other to do what they both wanted so desperately. Jade couldn't help but find herself becoming lost in the deep, chocolate hue of her eyes, and the longer she stayed there - with the brunette's hands shaking on the bed before her, her shallow breath sending little chills down the side of the dark haired girl's cheek and neck - the more difficult it became to contain herself.

This had been a long time coming, this closeness forming between the two of them as if they were drawn in by some magnetic force, "Opposites attract." (Never had the term seemed truer.) Jade was like a silent and dangerous predator of some sort, with words sharper than any knife that could force her next victim into submission, just as the look she was giving Tori was obviously beginning to break her. But Tori, like some innocent, untouched, delicate little creature, had a charm about her. Her ability to give in, the willingness to submit to not only her own desires but others' as well, (or so Jade guessed - and hoped,) - this, perhaps, was one of the things that so deeply intrigued Jade, and all of this was said by the look of want and pleading that was growing in Tori's expression.

And Jade found that her resolve was beginning to crumble, and in its place was a growing urgency. She could feel her hands beginning to snake their way toward Tori's hips where they would find their place in her back pockets, and she knew that her tongue was desperate for more than just a taste of those glossy, thinly-shaped lips that had begun to capture her attention. And finally, she could deny herself no longer, and she leaned in to allow herself just this one little pleasure, just this one time. . .

And then the door to Tori's room opened with a crash, and Jade was on her feet automatically.

Trina had on what looked to be an incredibly fashionable workout outfit and was staring down at her phone. "Tori, have you seen my Pearpod? I -" She cut off abruptly as she saw Jade standing, leaning against the dresser behind her as though she had fallen into it, and all the while Tori was trying to hide the heat that had risen on her cheeks.

"Jade," said Trina, giving a nervous half-smile. Trina could honestly say she didn't like Jade - and that she was slightly afraid of her. It was also blatantly obvious that Jade despised the talentless, obnoxious, and self-centered sister of the girl she'd been so caught up on. Trina continued, "What're you doing here so late?"

"It's not even eight," Jade barked, regaining her composure as she grabbed her purse from the foot of Tori's bed. "And I was just leaving."

The dark-haired girl pushed past Trina with a glare that told her she'd best be watching her back, and a few moments later, she was down the stairs and out the front door with a hard slam. Trina had watched after her as she left, and looking back to Tori, she raised her hands and nearly shouted the words, "What did I do?"

"I don't know," said Tori, her mind absent from the conversation her sister was trying to share with her now. She brought a hand up to her lips where she could feel a ghost of the light, brushing kiss that Jade had just given her.

x-x-x

The next day, the two sat by across from each other in Sikowitz' class. Every once in a while, Tori would sneak a glance at Jade, who - looking off in some other direction - would take note of the girl's eyes on her and arch a brow and allow herself only the slightest of smirks. Well, that was a good sign, right?

Twice in that one session, Sikowitz called on Tori to say or do something or answer some impossible question, and Tori had been caught with her eyes and mind elsewhere, in some thought in her head, some fantasy. And thus, Sikowitz stopped calling on her, deciding she was either too tired to think or she'd been trying out the coconut juice he so enjoyed.

Class passed by quickly and uneventfully, leaving Tori and Jade to wander the halls for the break between classes; Jade had gone some other route so as to avoid the brown-eyed girl in front of their friends, and Tori was standing at her locker, chatting with Cat and Andre about the assignment she hadn't heard about in Sikowitz' class.

"What's up, Tori?" Cat asked, the smiling, ditzy expression still on her face even as her voice carried trace of concern. "You seem kinda out of it."

Tori gave her a look, wondering to herself if Cat had any idea how she always seemed 'kinda out of it,' (though that's not to say she didn't like the little red-haired girl,) but decided to smile and shake her head with a quick "I'm fine," before turning to walk away.

Neither Cat nor Andre bought that, but they simply shrugged their shoulders and walked off, Cat following Andre like some sort of pet on a leash, (although he hadn't really asked for her company.)

The Vega girl sighed as she came up to a drink machine, digging around in her pocket for a moment to dig up whatever change she had. Silently she mouthed the word "crap" when she came up empty, and as she was about to reach into her purse to search, she was cut in front of by a boy just a few inches taller than her and quarters were shoved into the slot in the machine.

"What'll it be?" Beck asked, turning to Tori and gesturing to the buttons on the machine. Tori mashed the one that bore a picture of a can of fruit punch, and with a loud clank, a can produced itself in the opening toward the bottom.

"Thanks," she said, grabbing the drink from the machine and popping it open. Beck gave her a nod and stood there, as if expecting her to say something, the look on his face calm but quizzical.

"Did Jade ever come get her scissors?" he asked plainly.

The girl blinked. After thinking for a moment, she remembered - she had taken the scissors from her, and Jade hadn't asked for them back, and over the past week, Tori had forgotten about them completely. She considered that maybe Jade, too, had forgotten; but the thought of the blue-eyed girl leaving them with her for a reason, perhaps for some excuse to keep coming back. . .

"No," she said, sounding a bit distracted. "She didn't."

"Hm."

From day one, Beck knew about this game between Jade and Tori. He realized the first time he saw the new girl at Hollywood Arts that she was going to be the center of Jade's attention - and, as it turned out, he was correct, and for the first few weeks, his girlfriend had cursed her name when it was just him and her alone together, and when he'd said something about her, she would crash her lips against him in her own little way of claiming him as her own. And in her strange and sometimes perplexing ways, Jade had silently said to him, "She's off-limits for you."

Even after she'd stopped hating her so passionately, he found that Jade was quite simply enamored with the girl, just as she had been with Cat - and he knew what Cat and Jade were when he wasn't around. He'd had first priority, but for Jade, Cat was her princess; her property, (as was Beck, of course.) And he realized after Jade would come to him talking about Tori - the clothes she wore that day, the songs she sang - that her attentions were beginning to drift elsewhere.

And late last month, he hadn't tried to stop her when she threatened to break up with him.

"What's wrong?" Tori asked, her head tilted to the side as she looked over him. He shifted in his stance and looked off in some other direction, as if thinking about what he needed to say to her to keep her from pursuing this - because he had the feeling that he knew something more than she did. That Jade would want more out of Tori than the little brunette would give, as she had wanted from Cat, and as she had wanted from Beck, (which was another reason he had decided to let her go, among other more complex causes.)

"It's... Well, this thing with you and Jade," he said, and for a moment, Tori froze where she was.

She knew Beck was a pretty smart guy - nothing spectacular, but more the type of person who could read people and understand situations without even having a part in. Sometimes, she even went so far as to assume he could read her thoughts as if they were before him on paper in ink. But he couldn't have possibly known about last night; and with the memory that played in her mind, Tori's cheeks began to burn in a display of dark pink across her face.

"What 'thing?'" she asked, as if she hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about.

But Beck could quite easily tell it was a lie by the way she looked away from him as she fidgeted around. The poor girl had gotten better at acting in role, but obviously it hadn't helped her elsewhere.

"Look, I just think you should be careful," said Beck. "I think you know how it got with her and me. Once you're with her, she doesn't let go."

Beck, on the other hand, was good at lying, and more so at letting out only part of the truth - as he happened to know that Jade had a few things about her that were too out of bounds to be considered only 'quirks.' He prayed, however, that he wouldn't have to reveal some of the things he'd vowed to the blue-eyed girl he would never tell, and that Tori would simply break things off before they got complicated, but even he knew this was a feeble and worthless sense of hope.

"I..." Tori paused, considering what he was saying. Sure, she didn't like being told what to do and what not to do - but she also knew that Beck happened to be the most even-headed and thoughtful one in the group, and his advice almost always helped. She nodded her head, not quite looking him in the eye as she said, "Alright. I'll take care of myself."

And she walked off toward wherever Jade might have gone.

x-x-x

Jade had pulled Tori aside and to her locker as the halls were clearing. The dark-haired girl had the faintest of smirks playing on her painted lips, and Tori bit her lip to keep from trying for a taste, (which she imagined was nothing like cherries the deep red lipstick would have implied.)

"Is Trina gonna be home tonight?" asked Jade plainly.

"She's always home at night," Tori replied with a snort.

"Then why don't you come over to my place?" Jade arched her brow playfully at Tori, who smiled softly.

"Sounds good," she replied, and having remembered the assignment, she asked, "Did you hear anything about homework from Sikowitz?"

"It's hard to concentrate when I feel your eyes undressing me."

x-x-x

Tori found herself knocking at Jade's door. She had made her way here in a cab - something she wouldn't normally have done but had opted for to keep her whereabouts unknown to her friends and, of course, to Trina, who had begun to become suspicious about Jade's flustered exit from Tori's room the other night.

She didn't know what she'd been expecting the house to look like, but it wasn't this.

It was a larger structure, and obviously her parents had money; the house just screamed "rich" at her, with two grand wooden doors with knockers on their fronts, and by the time the blue-eyed girl answered the door, Tori had been looking straight up at the sky to see the top of the house.

"See something interesting?" asked Jade, her brow arched as she looked over the girl. Well, wasn't she all prettied up? Tori had taken the time after school to straighten her hair and put on a sleeveless blouse, (rather than the three-fourths sleeved sweater she'd worn to school,) and her shoes looked like they'd come out of Trina's closet rather than her own, and Jade found herself wincing at the heels, (and admiring what they did for the girl's legs.)

"Oh, sorry," Tori stumbled over herself, "I just didn't know your, uh... your house was so... Nice."

Well, that came out wrong.

She was trying to backtrack those last words when Jade reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her inside and closing the door behind her.

Tori could hardly see in the dim light, as the afternoon was growing late outside and only a single lamp was lit on the far end of the room, but already she could tell her father had heavily influenced the style of decor and layout. The room was highly organized in composition and there was a bare minimum of pictures or anything other than the necessary things (such as the furniture,) and Tori spotted only a single portrait of a younger (though still incredibly stunning) Jade placed above the flatscreen television that was set before a large couch almost big enough to hold three people lying down. The rest of the portraits seemed to be of some distant relatives that Tori didn't recognize.

The brunette was still looking around when she suddenly realized Jade was standing next to her, watching her - sizing her up. Tori turned to face her; she was dressed in a shirt that looked more like a corset aside from the thin straps that came up behind her neck and actually wrapped and tied around her throat, and for a moment, Tori couldn't help but admire the look of her pale, thin neck framed by her dark hair and the collar formed by the straps. Her eyes moved down to the fisnets that disappeared into her slimmer boots and back up, following the curvature of her hips hugged by a dark blue skirt and her tight midsection before hovering over her breasts - and damn if her chest wasn't amazing.

"Don't be shy," Jade said laughingly, and Tori remembered the time she'd felt Jade up without being reprimanded for it when she had searched her for scissors; and she recalled that as being one of the first times Jade had ever come off to her as inviting.

Tori stepped closer, and for a moment, the two just stood there, inches from each other, simply taking in each other. Jade, as usual, had some strange but pleasant scent about her, exotic and tempting. It was sweet but sharp, and as Tori breathed it in, she decided that Jade smelled almost as delicious as she looked.

The brown-eyed girl felt her hand reach out to touch the other girl, but it faltered, stopping just short and leaving Jade aching for whatever contact she could get from her. Tori had the memory of Beck's warning cross her mind, and although earlier she had simply shrugged it off to find Jade, she was beginning to think of it now, (of all times, with the beautiful girl standing here waiting for her to touch her.)

But Beck - he knew more about Jade than anyone else, Tori assumed. His warnings could be completely valid, and as she considered his words inside her head, she found herself growing shy of the girl before her.

As Tori's hand went back down to her side, Jade caught it, taking her fingers into her own and gripping softly, gently.

"Why are you so nervous?" Jade asked, her fingers lacing themselves into Tori's, a form of contact that Tori hadn't known the girl could even be slightly interested in. Her stare was void of accusation, but were still demanding with curiosity, and her head was cocked to the side. "Are you really that scared of me?"

"No," said Tori, trying to ignore the heat growing on her cheeks, "I've just... I've not ever..."

Jade snorted, and for a moment, Tori was hurt.

"Never been with another girl, huh?" Jade had a smirk on her face that was close to a sneer, and in that moment, Tori remembered she was still Jade - not the timid, flighty girl her soft grip from her hand let on. She was bold, unwavering, dominate; always.

But that's one of the traits about her that Tori felt she was so deeply attracted to.

"Try me," Jade said when Tori didn't answer. "You'll like it."

Their eyes met, and Tori realized Jade was testing her once more, and this time, she decided, she would rise to the challenge.

She stepped forward, taking Jade around the waist with her hands, having broken the grip they shared, and moved her face just over Jade's, their lips dangerously close as their breaths lingered together in the little space there was between them. Jade arched a brow at Tori's hesitation, her eyes travelling down to the cleavage that was exposed by the angle she was looking from. Her lips, slightly ajar, curved into a smile.

"Choking up again, Vega?" she purred, and her hands were snaking behind Tori, where finally her hands were soon to get a feel of that ass she seemed to favor so much.

Tori had expected the girl to give in as she had last time, but it seemed now that her resolve was strengthened, and obviously she was further emboldened by the hesitation in the brunette's actions. But when she felt Jade's hands slip into the back pockets of her jeans, a sound escaped her throat that came as a quiet, breathy moan, and suddenly Jade's instincts were triggered.

She wanted to hear more sounds like that.

Her right hand came up and grabbed Tori behind the head, and gripping the girl's hair in her fingers as she gave a quiet swear, she pulled her to her harshly, and their lips crashed together. As they finally touched, Tori pressed herself closer to Jade, her hands slipping around her waist and resting on the small of her back - where else should they go? She wasn't half as brave as Jade was and - shit, that left hand of hers was working its way between her shirt and her back, and her fingers were like ice against her skin.

The brown-eyed girl gave a quiet gasp against Jade's lips as she felt her nails dragging down her back, light and ghost-like against her skin. Tori's fingers gripped the fabric of Jade's top as her touch sank lower and lower before tracing circles on the lowest part of her back.

Tori felt Jade's tongue slide over her lower lip, and Tori nearly jumped at the strange sensation. The dark-haired girl gave a soft chuckle, and the hand that was still entangled in the other girl's hair gripped into a fist, pulling Tori's head back, and the brunette gave a yelp, (but never had she expected having her hair pulled to feel so sexy.) The kiss had been broken, and Jade was now placing new ones down the side of her neck, her tongue slipping out just below her jaw, and a mewling sound was elicited from Tori's throat. And there, about an inch below Tori's ear now, Jade's teeth closed on the skin, nipping there before she closed her lips over it, beginning to suck hard against it.

The brown-eyed girl began to panic a little, realizing what she was doing, and although the feel of the girl's tongue sliding over her skin as she suckled was incredible, she didn't want anyone at school to see the mark.

"Jade. . ." she whimpered, pulling on her shirt, and a moment later, Jade's mouth separated from Tori's skin.

Inspecting her work, Jade gave a small, satisfied grin, meeting Tori's gaze with one of the cockiest gleams in her eyes that Tori had ever seen.

"Someone's gonna see it," Tori said, although there was a soft smile on her face.

"That's the idea," Jade said with mock laughter.

A small drip of sweat ran down Tori's cheek, catching the blue-eyed girl's attention, and Jade watched as it traveled down, lower and lower, before running off her jaw and onto her collarbone. Jade was about to dip her head in and place her next kiss there when suddenly Tori's phone began to vibrate.

"Shit," Jade hissed as Tori began reaching for her phone after it became evident it wasn't simply a text. "Don't answer it!"

"I have to," Tori said, sounding almost as irritated as Jade. "What if it's an emergency?"

The words on the phone read, "CALL FROM MOM."

As the brunette was about to press the green button, Jade said, "Try not to sound so hot and bothered," and Tori hated herself for the blush that covered her face.

"Mom," she said, trying her hardest to sound calm. "What's up?"

"You tell me," her mom shot back, "we're supposed to leave for dinner in ten minutes. Where are you?"

Crap. It was her father's birthday today, and they were going to eat as a family at his favorite restaurant.

"Right, I'll be home in just a minute," she said, not bothering to tell her where she was, and with a quick exchange of goodbyes, she turned off the phone and shoved it back in her pocket.

Looking up, she found Jade was giving her a rather pointed look, and Tori sighed.

"I forgot about my dad's birthday," she said as she brought her hand up to her forehead.

"You get me all worked up and then we get interrupted again," Jade sighed. "How do you forget something like that?"

Tori repeated her words in her mind. "You get me all worked up," said as though they weren't supposed to even be caught, and yet the words themselves. . . Tori felt an unsettling warmth burning hotter in the pit of her stomach.

"I've just been so caught up on this," Tori replied, shaking her head as she felt herself laughing. "On you. I can't focus on anything when you're on my mind."

Jade gave a quiet snort. "I know that feeling."

"I gotta go," said Tori. And as if something had suddenly come over her, she reached out, taking Jade's cheeks into her hands as she pulled herself closer and kissed her. It was long and soft and lingering, and as she removed herself, she found Jade's lips trying to follow her, unsatisfied by the ends it left open.

"I'm sorry," Tori said quietly, and as she backed away, the dreamy expression on Jade's face turned scornful, before finally, it returned to her normal smirk.

"I guess we'll finish this later," Jade said, walking Tori to the door.

I hope so, Tori thought in return, but instead she just gave a shy smile and a nod, and as she began to make her way off the steps to her house, she looked back; Jade was looking her over like some hungry predator, her eyes almost appearing a darker shade of blue than they had before.

"What?" Tori asked, a faint smile growing on her lips once more.

And then, as though she had something else on her mind that she simply couldn't voice, she said almost overtly flirtatiously, "You have a nice ass."

In any other circumstance, Tori would have burst out laughing; but instead, she simply smirked as she pushed her hair away from her face, beginning to walk down the street, pulling out her phone to call for a taxi as she went.

And suddenly, her hand reached up to the side of her throat where the skin was tender to the touch, and quietly, she pulled her hair back over her shoulders once more in an attempt to hide the mark that Jade had left there.