Page 52 of Play It Sinful

“Are those special brownies?” Ashley asks.

“You betcha.” Donnie grins.

She turns to me. “Do you wanna share one? I mean… are you allowed?”

I shrug. “Technically, no. But how’s that different than getting wasted?”

“Wise words, man,” Donnie pipes up.

Ashley takes one, and I ask, “Where did you get these?”

“My aunt dropped them off earlier.”

“Your aunt?” Ashley chuckles.

“She bakes the best brownies.” Donnie smiles proudly.

“And she’s like only five years older than him,” I add.

“Oh. Well, lucky you. How strong are they?”

“Don’t know, to be honest. Start small and see how you feel.”

“Gotcha.” She breaks off a piece and offers it to me.

I’m tempted to eat right off her fingers, but I don’t dare with Donnie in the room. I pop the small piece into my mouth while Ashley eats another bite of the brownie.

“I got to take these to the fourth floor. You staying or going?” Donnie asks.

“Staying,” I reply quickly.

Ashley gives me a quizzical look. “We are?”

“Gotta organize this mess, remember?”

“Hey, I’m not coming back tonight. If Ash wants to crash in my bed, totally fine,” Donnie chimes in. “See ya later.”

He walks out, leaving the door wide open. I shut and lock it. No more interruptions.

“Do you really want to tidy up your stuff now?” she asks.

“No.”

I’m in her space in the next second. We’re not organizing anything tonight.

ASHLEY

“Sean, stop laughing. This was supposed to be a stealthy operation.”

“Sorry,” he replies only to start giggling a second later.

I laugh too, even though I want to remain serious. Impossible in our current state. We ended up eating the entire brownie, and now we have the munchies. Sadly, there are no snacks in Sean’s room, which is surprising. Sean told me Donnie gets high on the regular. Maybe that’s why there are no snacks. He ate them all!

We’re hoping there’s food left in the vending machine at the end of the hallway. The raging party never made it to the sixth floor, but we still don’t want to get caught together. The problem is, Sean won’t keep his hands to himself. He keeps pulling me into his body from behind, and I keep pushing him back.

He has his arms wrapped around my waist when I get a visual of the vending machine. There’s still food in it, and it’s like I found a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Sean peppers open kisses on my neck, but I’m starving.

“Look, Sean. Food.”

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