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WANT METH?

Harper:

NO SMOKING - DO U HAVEPILLS?

Talia:

GOT PILLS 2

Harper:

PERFECT, THX.

Talia:

C U AT THE GAME

Good plan, shitty execution. This is what happens if a girl without impulse control tries to outsmart someone with iron willpower.

Deep down, I feel fucking terrible about drugging Jude. I mean, fuck, Iknowhow awful it is, but I did it anyway...becauseI know how awful it is. It’s something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy...but Jude and I are way past that already.

He came and banged on my door about an hour ago, but I ignored him. Thank God I got my key back. What would he have done to me if he’d gotten inside? I never thought of myself as someone with a fantastic imagination, but maybe meth helps with that because I came up with a ton of ways Jude could punish me. And now I’m all horny becauseallof them were sexual in nature.My hand keeps straying down my belly so I can end my suffering, but I’m too scared to touch myself. Not with my skin feeling thisalive.

Igo shower to wash the day off me, hoping it can reset my mind. But the shower does more than that. I walk out of my bathroom feeling like I’ve been baptized in fire.

I slip into one of my comfiest outfits—a pink oversized sweater and white yoga pants. I want to dry my hair but I don’t dare wake up our parents. They put Rosie to bed as soon as we got home and then closed themselves up in their room. I’d prefer to think that they’ve gone to sleep rather than dwell on what they might be doing in there because when I do, I get both grossed out and aroused.

I stare at my bedroom door, then at my bed, trying to decide between the two. I already know I’m not going to be able to sleep yet—my mind is going a mile a minute—but Jude is out there. It’s like I’m stranded in the ocean, trying to decide if I should stay in my dinghy or go for a dip in shark-infested waters.

I should stay in my room.

Obviously, I don’t.

Gnawing on a cuticle, I sneak down the stairs, straining to hear the smallest sound so I can figure out where Jude is. I thought he might have gone to the pool house, but when I peeked out my bedroom window the lights were all off outside.

I pass the hallway leading to the screening room, and that’s when I notice the doors are closed. Which only happens when someone’s inside and they don’t want to disturb the rest of the house.

Jude.

I stand rooted to the spot, trying to will myself to turn around go back upstairs. But I only glimpsed Jude briefly during halftime. I’m dying to know how he’s feeling. Howfuckedhe is.To see if the risks I took tonight are going to pay off.

There’s only one way to find out.

Chapter 41

Jude

“Are you old enough to be watching this?” she asks from right behind me.

I’m on my feet, spinning to face her, already grabbing her arm before she can open her mouth to gasp because I’m operating on a hundred-and-fifty percent fucking capacity right now.

“You...” I growl, shoving her against the nearest wall as I run my eyes over her in a condescending glare. Her pastel, wide-necked sweater skims both shoulders. In my current state, even that sweater is turning me on. There’s something about that exact shade of pink?—

pussy pink

—and how it sets off her skin that makes me want to see what she’d look like with my cum streaking her body. White yoga pants cling to her legs and ass, exaggerating her sumptuous curves. I only realize I’m grinding against her when she cries out, “Jude!” in a breathless, terrified pant.

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