Page 85 of Best Served Cold

Yet I’d laid under him and reveled in the fact that not only was I getting fucked by a guy, but that it was Zane.

And I’d turned into a simp and begged him to fuck me when he wasn’t even into me.

I’d had sex with a man for the first time, and it had meant nothing to him and everything to me.

At least he hadn’t been a dick about things.

But maybe it would be better if he had.

Fuck.

I was spinning.

He held up the metal cigarette holder he was still clutching.

“Another baby joint?” I asked.

He flicked it open, revealing a regular-sized joint.

“You showing me, or offering?”

“Offering.”

“I shouldn’t.” I sighed and toyed with the edge of my phone as the song we were listening to faded out and the next one started. “Driving.”

He snapped the holder closed and held it out to me.

“What?”

He moved it closer. “For later.”

Tentatively, I slowly plucked it out of his hand. “Thanks.”

He nodded but kept his eyes on a point in the distance.

“Is River around?”

“He and Gray went to the gym. They can get you home safe when they’re done if you wanna spark that up.”

“Fuck it.” I flipped open the holder and pulled out the joint. “Might as well.”

He watched out of the corner of his eye as I lit it.

The first lungful was harsh and burned, but the second went down much smoother.

“How strong is this?” I handed him the joint.

He put it between his lips. The lit end glowed as he sucked in. “About twenty percent,” he said on his exhale. “Not too strong, but it’s mellow.”

My eyes were glued to his mouth as he took another hit, then blew it out.

“Mellow is good.” I took the joint back.

He sat quietly as I took a few hits then passed it back.

The strain was nice. He hadn’t been kidding when he said it was mellow. The slow waves of what kind of felt like euphoria, only muted, ebbed and flowed as my skin tingled, growing in intensity with each inhale.

We finished passing the joint between us. Zane stubbed it out when it was at the end and tucked the remainder into the holder.

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