Page 113 of Scrimmage

I laugh. “You fucking invited me.”

“I was being polite.”

“Yeah, polite. I don’t think you even know what that means.”

The shower turns off, and she steps out, glistening, with water dripping off of her onto the tile. She reaches behind me, grabbing a towel off of the counter. “I didn’t think you would show.”

I stand over her. “I’m glad I did.”

She peers up at me, skeptical, and then shoves me toward the shower. “Clean up. We still have Swan Lake.”

“Yes ma’am." I grin, pulling my shirt off.

Her eyes devour me. “You must be drunk."

I advance on her. “A little.”

“Ew, get off of me. You’re sticky.”

“I’ll make you sticky later.” I step back, and she bites her lip.

“I’ll go get you something to wear,” she mumbles.

Ashland wasn’t lying. The shower is freezing. When I get out, some of my own fucking clothes that I didn’t even know were missing are sitting on the counter. I make it back to the living room to find it fully cleaned up. Ashland and Penny are snuggled up on the couch passing yet another blunt back and forth, doing tricks with the smoke.

“You ready for Swan Lake?” Alexi asks.

“I dunno.” I stretch. “Nutcracker was pretty fucking good.”

Penny scrunches her nose up. “Ugh, you’re just saying that because you stick your dick in the Nutcracker’s number one fan.”

Ashland holds out the tape and I take it, switching them. This one says ‘Best Barbie Movie EVER’ written across. She crawls over to me and takes the Nutcracker, ceremoniously putting it back in the case.

“New rule,” she announces. “Every time you cringe, you fucking drink. I’ll start.” She pulls the straw out of her bottle and starts to chug.

I take it from her. “You’ll run out of alcohol before it even begins.”

“Good, give me a lobotomy after,” she snickers.

“Fuck off,” Penny shouts, throwing a gummy worm at her.

Swan Lake starts and everyone gets quiet. Everyone except for Ashland. She rolls her eyes every five minutes taking drinks. I have to admit, I’m starting to get pretty drunk. She starts shivering from her hair being wet, but she won’t say anything. I grab a comforter that’s folded to the side and throw it over her. She doesn’t protest. I wish she was leaning into me instead of laying on her stomach on the floor. I shouldn’t want her this close. I’m starting to feel like Cole.

Alexi's snores erupt from the couch behind me, and Penny is curled in a ball, asleep, with the blanket over her head.

Ashland doesn’t even turn around. “Told you Swan Lake sucked.”

“It’s…Yeah. Nutcracker was better.”

She has the bowl of popcorn in front of her, digging through it. “They won’t wake up for a while since it was Vodquila.”

“How are you still awake?” I steal some and throw it in my mouth.

“Mm,” she stalls. “I never sleep.”

“I see you’re wearing my shirt,” I whisper sliding my palm up the back of her thigh. “Like a good little slut.”

It looks fucking good on her. They always do. I can feel my dick threatening to get hard. It’s constant anytime I’m with her. I’m so close that I can smell her, blackberries and honey, and my mouth waters. I want her closer. I want to sink my teeth into her flesh like a fucking vampire.

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