Page 60 of Patiently Yours
Damnit.
Rory’s at an actor’s club (more like a get-together but tomato-tomato), and the guys should be at tonight’s game. Unless the game just ended, which is very possible considering the time.
I open up my texts and immediately regret it.
Unknown (10:45 pm) Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?
Dread fills me. What did I do to deserve thistorment? I’ve lost count of how many text messages he has sent me this week. The fact that he keeps going out of his way to find new ways to message me is disturbing.
It feels like I’ll never be rid of him.
I take the baggie back out and pour the contents in the glass of water before chugging it. Then I go back to the thread and type on autopilot.
Stacia (10:48 pm) Fuck. You.
I turn off all notifications and put it in my back pocket to forget about it. My body becomes numb like it does when I’m overwhelmed. I welcome it immediately, letting it take over my senses. Fooling myself into thinking I even have a choice in the visceral reaction.
I hum happily. There’s no need to do anything right now.
Maybe I’ll have a shot and go home. Be in my bed. Forget that there’s anything I have to deal with at all.
That sounds nice. Manageable. No responsibilities.
Nothing at all.
I feelthe warmth of the joint spread through my limbs. Molly is always better on weed, I truly believe it. It relaxes you, and helps you realize the things around you aren’t so scary.
I thank the stranger for sharing their weed with me, and they look at me like I’m a bit nuts. Probably because I bowed to them, but it felt right. Still, they smile and nod before I remove myself from the circle and roam back inside.
The light is brighter than I expected it to be, making everything appear clearer than it would have in a dimmed space. I hear a beautiful melody echoing throughout the house, tugging me like a magnet all the way to the dance floor. I feel like I’m floating through the crowd like a fairy when an arm suddenly snakes around my waist. The touch makes my skin shimmer, even as my omega curls up inside me and hisses.
“Whoa, easy there, girl,” someone says by my ear. I guess I must have hissed out loud. Their hold keeps me from being able to turn and see their face, but I can feel their breath on my cheek. “Just wanted to see what you were on, is all. You seem to be tripping hard.”
I feel my heart start to hammer in my chest as their grip gets stronger.
“I’m not on anything,” I say, but my throat feels dry and it comes out scratchy. “Let me go. I want to go dance.”
“We can dance together, then,” they slur, and the whiskey air spewing from their mouth smells repugnant. Nothing like my beta’s arousing liquor scent.
“No, I’d like to dance alone,” I object, trying to tug their hands off me but my arms suddenly feel like flimsy noodles against their steel grasp.
“Don’t you want company? Tripping alone isn’t fun at all.” They continue to push, and I feel myself start to go numb at their invasive energy.
Just as I feel the need to detach, the stranger’s arms whip away from my body. I feel movement as they’re thrown to the ground, the crowd around us finally takes notice of the situation as gasps fill the air. I don’t turn to see what happens, I just put my arms around myself and try to jet through the crowd but a hand comes out from the bodies and clasps around my arm.
I almost startle into a scream before I see blond hair and familiar green eyes. I huff with relief and fall into his embrace.
“Kendall,” I say into his chest as I clutch at his shirt. He wraps his arms around me, and my body melts like butter against him. His coconut scent lulls me into such tranquility.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs into my hair.
“Where did you come from?” I ask, reveling in his softness. Shimmers flow through my body and over my skin, making me clench my thighs together at the wonderful sensation.
I wonder if people normally respond this way on molly or if it’s heightened because this is my scent match.
“We came to see you. Where’s your phone, Stacia?”
I hear his words, but don’t respond. I’m too comfortable in his caress that I refuse to step back out of it, out into the scary crowded area that I had found so serene before the stranger with grabby hands.
