Stolen Moments // Billie Eilish G!P

Chapter six

"Oh my God, that is so sweet. I think you have the best first-time story ever," Amelie said.

"Sweet? I was a nervous wreck," Skye said. She picked up the last of her garlic bread and took a bite. "I'm stuffed," she said.

"I hope you saved room for dessert."

Skye eyed her carefully. "What did you make?"

"Flan."

Skye nearly moaned at the thought of the decadent dessert. "I suppose I'll have to force it down."

"I know it's your favorite, so don't try to sound put out," Amelie said with a laugh.

Skye looked at Lia. "How do you stay so thin?"

"I hope you don't think she cooks like this all the time. The only time I get dessert is when you're over for dinner."

Skye grinned. "Damn my sweet tooth."

Lia leaned her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands. It was a pose Skye knew well. Lia was now Dr. Kang and she wasn't trying to hide it.

"Did you think you were gay or did you think you were experimenting?"

"I had the hots for my best friend. I had no interest whatsoever in boys. Yeah, I was pretty sure I was gay."

"And what about Billie?"

"Honestly, at that age, I think she was just experimenting. Being gay wasn't acceptable for her. It wasn't a possibility," she said. "It was never a possibility."

"Even though you became lovers?"

"Even then. Whatever excuse Billie needed to make for it, she did. But being gay was never it."

"That must have been difficult for you."

"Yes, Dr.Lia , it was very difficult." She met her gaze head-on. "It still is."

"Which is why you avoid going home at any cost. Even to see your mother."

"Stop trying to make her feel guilty," Amelie said. "I'm loving the story. Tell us more. Tell us what happened when you went to her room that night."6

Skye smiled. "What do you think happened? My hormones were raging and I was fifteen."

* * *

"We're going to watch TV," Skye said.

"Don't stay too late," her mother warned.

"I won't," she said as she headed up the stairs and into the mansion. Once on the second floor, she paused, listening, but all was quiet. She jogged up the next flight to Billie's rooms, stopping to catch her breath before knocking lightly on the door.

"Come on in," Billie called.

Skye pushed the door open, finding Billie on the sofa, the remnants of her hamburger dinner spread out. Whenever the O'Connells had dinner plans elsewhere, her mother would prepare something for her that they rarely had—hamburgers.

"I was hoping you'd come up and have dinner with me," Billie said.

Skye stood there, her palms sweating slightly. She wiped them on her jeans. "I was going to, but my mother had everything set up for us down there." She walked deeper into the room, standing beside the sofa. "How did you get out of going out with Oliver ?"

Billie smiled and gave a fake cough. "I'm sick. Very, very sick."

"He was okay with that?"

"Doesn't matter," she said dismissively. "One of his friends was having a guy party. He was just as happy to go there." Billie patted the seat beside her. "Come sit."