Page 11 of Hold On

“Yes, Lina Girl?” I answer her quietly. Her eyebrows crease together as she continues to gaze up at me.

“I…” But she doesn’t finish her thought. I think I know exactly what she’s feeling, but maybe she’s scared like me to confess it so quickly. There’s no way I’m the only one this hung up.

So, because this is fresh and words are failing us both, I press her into my body and hug her tightly, rubbing her back as I softly sway with her in her kitchen. She fits me perfectly, her head coming up just below my chin. I settle myself on top of her and smile, so fucking grateful this is where the day has taken me.

Alina:

I want to hug him forever. He’s so warm. And firm. I’m pretty sure he has a boner, but I’m too shy to go for a feel. Hislower stomach is totally solid though beneath my hand. I grip his shirt in my fingers, just to give myself something to do.

“Have you ever smoked before?” he asks me, and I shake my head no. “Do you want to?” he asks next, and I nod my head yes, feeling brave enough to try new things with Bash. “Alright, let’s go outside.”

I take his hand and lead him over to the dining room, where a door opens up to the patio out back. There’s a table and chairs that overlook the property below the house.

“I’m gonna go grab my backpack,” he says as he retreats to the garage. I take a seat in the chair in front of me. I’ve never smoked before, but I’ve always wanted to try it. Who better than with Bash and on my birthday! I rub my palms together, my anticipation spiking as he returns and sits, opening his bag.

He sets a baggie with some green shit in it on the table, along with a foil wrapped packet and a lighter. He grabs something else before he sets his backpack into the seat next to him.

“I’m gonna roll you a birthday blunt,” he says with a smirk as I clap my hands and watch him.

“Ok, tell me everything you’re doing!”

Sebastian:

If it were any other girl, I’d be annoyed at the request to describe the steps of rolling a blunt. But not with Alina. Her green eyes watch my fingers curiously, lingering on them for a second before looking back at me.

I know she’s thinking about the rumors that fly around the school of my guitar skills equaling that I know what I’m doing in bed with my hands. And they’re not wrong. But for some reason, I really want to prove to her they’re true. “Ok, Lina Girl. Are you paying attention?” I ask as she nods excitedly. “Goodgirl,”I praise her. She melts under my gaze, becoming a puddle of herself in her chair.

“What’s first?” she asks, grabbing the Swisher and looking at the package. She reads it over before throwing it back onto the table.

“Well, we take the weed nuggets and grind them down with this grinder,” I say, holding the heavy metal device out to her. I can tell she isn’t expecting its weight as I drop it into her palm and her hand slams into the glass tabletop. She snorts as I laugh and grab it again. I open it for her so she can see the inside. Then I open the bag with my flower, taking out a few pieces before pressing them into the grinder. It’s kind of shit bud, but it does the job. “Once it’s full, you put the lid on and twist. Wanna try?”

“Duh!” she says as she snatches it from my hands. I mimic the motion as she goes to twist the lid. It doesn’t budge. “It’s stuck,” she complains as she looks to me confused, her red cheeks hinting at some embarrassment. I smile warmly, hoping it’ll calm her. I’m not judging her in the least bit.

“It needs to be cleaned,” I say with a grin and take it back, making short work of it to her annoyance. My grinder is covered in kief.

“Bastard,” she mutters and I’m laughing again. Her sarcasm is making my dick even harder. I love the fight in her.

“Open this for me?” I ask her as I hand her the Swisher package. She does and hands a cigar back to me. “Alright. Next, we split the wrap and get all the tobacco out,” I say as I show her what I’m doing. My fingers slowly work the leaves apart and soon, I’m scooping out the contents inside.

“Interesting,” she says as she takes the empty wrap I hand her, turning it in her slender fingers. “So, now we put the weed inside?”

“You got it, Lina Girl,” I say as I open the grinder and accept the wrap back. Holding it apart with one hand, I begin tosprinkle weed into it. Her eyes are glued to my fingers as they work.

“How do we close it?” she questions as I finish, looking up at her.

“Watch my lips.”

Alina:

His lips?

Well,fuckme,ok.

Bash begins to fold part of the wrap in on itself and twists it with his fingers. He then grabs at it with his tongue and uses his top lip to seal it over itself. He runs his thumb over it to ensure it’s stuck, before he moves on.

I’m fucking mesmerized.

It feels as though time is slowing down as I watch his pink tongue glide past his lips again and hook onto the wrap, feeding it to his perfect top lip to use once more to seal it over itself. My own tongue is repeatedly dragging over my bottom lip, wetting it, wishing it werehis.

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