Page 28 of Wicked Sins

“Nothing. Just enjoy it.”

I smile. Can’t he tell I’m enjoying it? So I grin.

He tucks my hair behind my ear with a finger and then holds out the joint again. “Another one for luck,” he says.

I shake my head. “I’m good.”

“Yeah, but don’t you want to feel even better?” He sits forward a little, bringing his face within inches of mine. “You take another hit, I’ll give you a kiss. How does that sound?”

He’s not as handsome as Sean—he’s rather plain looking, in fact—but he does have pretty lashes and soft brown eyes. Is he a good kisser, though? I don’t want my first time to be with someone who doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“What’s so funny, babe?” Eric asks, handing the joint past my shoulder. Why isn’t he smoking?

“Wondering if you’re a good kisser.” I stab a thumb behind me. “Or is Sean better?”

Eric’s face tightens at that. He pushes back a little and shrugs. “Guess you’ll never know,” he says coldly, his eyes moving away from me to scan the room.

“Hey man, relax,” Sean says through a laugh. “She’s fucking stoned.”

Eric purses his lips. “Yeah, well obviously not stoned enough.” His eyes flicker back, but they settle on Sean, not me. “Let me know when she is.” He gets up in a rush. I try to follow him through the crowd, but a moment later, Sean turns my head toward him.

“How you feeling?”

Nowthere’sa handsome face. Chiseled jaw, bright green eyes, a curving mouth. Not as good looking as Josiah, of course, but he gets his looks from his dad, and Mr. Bale is hot as fuck.

Sean leans in. His breath warms my face. “Can I kiss you?”

I nod.

He moves closer. “You sure?”

I smile and sit forward a little, closing my eyes. Instead of lips, his thumb brushes my mouth. My eyes pop open, and my body goes lame at the look on his face.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” his hand cups my face, holding me still. “Fucking gorgeous.”

I expected a thrill when our lips meet, but I barely feel a thing. My body still responds, though. I lean into him, doing my best to kiss him back without covering him in spit.

Am I doing this, right?

Do I care?

God, I just want to go to sleep.

No, I don’t. But I do.

I’m laughing, and that’s made him stop kissing me.

“Hey man, what are you doing?” a voice demands from somewhere above.

Something moves between my legs. I reluctantly open my eyes.

Sean’s hand is sliding out between my thighs.

I hadn’t even felt it there. Why is my body so numb? There’s another frantic patter from my heart, but then it’s as if a cloud ofcouldn’t-give-a-fuckdescends on me. Instead of keeping my legs pressed closed, they fall open. I reach for Sean’s hand before he can pull away entirely, and put it back on my thigh.

“Don’t stop,” I manage. “That was nice.”

“You’re being a fucking cunt,” the stranger announces.

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