Page 130 of Through My Window
He bursts out laughing.
“I hope so. For now, I’ll settle for her glares.”
“So, we’re good?” I ask.
“We’re good.”
With everything clear, we both walk back into the club. When we get to the table, Raquel is laughing out loud with Gregory, and Samantha is standing with Andrea, dancing a little to the music. Apolo and Daniela are on the dance floor, doing some crazy moves.
I move closer to Samantha to whisper in her ear: “I dare you to dance with Marco.”
She pouts. “I hate your challenges.”
But she does it. We’ve always done the challenges we set for ourselves. I watch them go to dance, and my eyes fall on my witch. She looks so beautiful laughing. Her cheeks are flushed; I’ve noticed her face turns red when she’s had too much to drink. She notices my presence and her eyes light up, and she raises her hand, beckoning me to her.
Yes, definitely, being destroyed by her is a privilege.
FORTY-FOUR
The Walk Of Shame
- RAQUEL -
“Raquel.” Someone is shaking my shoulder. “Raquel!”
Being violently shaken brings me from the world of unconsciousness back to life.
“Raquel!” A demanding whisper reaches my ears, but I don’t want to open my eyes. “For God’s sake, wake up!”
I open one of my eyes, closing the other as I get used to the light. A figure is leaning over me.
“What—”
A hand covers my mouth and I slowly blink, trying to see who is almost on top of me.
Black hair falling across her face . . .
Dani.
“Shhh! I need you to get up very carefully,” she whispers.
I give her a what-the-fuck-is-going-on look, even though she looks desperate.
“I’ll explain later, but I need you to get up carefully, and be quiet.”
“Wait a second. First of all, where the fuck are we?”
Last night . . .
My mind flashes through a series of images that are too embarrassing to recall in full: margaritas, vodka, dancing on top of the club table, Gregory stripping, Ares and I kissing in front of everyone, and Dani and Apolo giving each other be-careful-or-else-I-will-fuck-you-tonight glances.
Oh, Virgin of Abs, I’m going to hell.
Basically, I committed too many sins in one night. And not only that, we had to take a taxi to Marco’s house because his was the only house without adult supervision. More alcohol, more stripper shows, more smoldering looks between Apolo and Dani, and even more kisses between me and Ares.
Dani releases my mouth and I sit up. My stomach churns and my head throbs.
“What’s wrong?” My throat burns, dry from so much alcohol.
