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Physically maybe… I’m just fucking glad they got to him in time and made sure he’s safe.
“What do I do?” I croak as I follow Lam inside, beelining for the stairs after he shoves a Gatorade into my hands. I barely register the wide-eyed looks from the guys in the kitchen as we blow past them. I’ve never been more grateful for Lam than I am right now.
Yeah, sure, the dude acts like he’s working with three brain cells half the time, but when shit hits the fan? When it really counts? He’s always got my back.
“Well… do you know how GHB works?” Missy says as I slam my bedroom door shut behind me and drop onto the bed, cradling the drink like it might give me answers.
“Yeah, no,” I mutter, scrunching up my nose. “I’ve never done drugs, and my boys don’t either. Weekly tests and all that. Besides, it’s just… not my thing.”
She offers a soft smile, her gaze flicking off to the side—toward the door, I think—before she whispers a quiet, “Thank you, Bow.”
I watch as she sets a bucket beside the bed and places a water bottle on the nightstand with practiced hands.
“He’ll need that water tomorrow,” she says, smoothing down the sheets. “And maybe the bucket tonight. Last time he took anything, he got sick for hours.”
That makes me freeze.
“He’s done drugs before?” I ask, startled.
Missy doesn’t look ashamed or defensive, just tired. She gives me a small smile and settles back down now that Bowie’s quietly slipped out of the room.
“Once. Maybe twice. And not like this. That wasyearsago—before you. Way before all of this. He really didn’t like it and kinda hates it, don’t worry.”
My shoulders drop in relief. I just… don’t like drugs. I never have. I’m not naïve, I mean, come on, he’s been on a fuckingrocktour. I know at least some of the clichés have to be true. But still, hearing her say it, that he’s not a user, not like that, calms me the fuck down.
“And as for how this drug works, and whatyoucan do to help…” she trails off when Jace suddenly pulls her closer, nearly dragging her on top of him.
She laughs as she catches her balance, then shoves a pillow at his chest instead. He clutches it close as he rolls over onto his side, damn nearhumpshis hips against it.
Christ.
“He’s…very horny, isn’t he?” I mutter, not sure whether to be amused or horrified.
Missy presses her lips together, eyes sparkling with something between sympathy and poorly hidden laughter.
“Well, yeah. That’s what it does. It’s called the rape drug for a reason, Ty. If you take too much, you go limp and are out of it, you won’t remember a thing the next day, it’s what makes it so scary. But just a little for recreational use? Like this?” She gestures to the writhing pillow-humper beside her. “It basically lowers every single inhibition. You get real… uninhibited. Touchy. Needy. Horny as hell. Youwantto be touched. You wanttotouch. You will be like this until you get it out of your system and crash.”
“Uninhibited,” I mutter, frowning.
“That’s the word,” she says, with a sigh. “Free of all shame and filter. It’s dangerous in the wrong hands and dose, but it’s used as a party drug for a reason. It can be quite fun, actually. If done properly andsafely,you know…”
I cringe and snort at the same time, cheeks flushing hot. “Yeah, well, he barely has a filter to start with. But what do you mean by getting it out of his system?”
“Well… I think you could come up with something.”
I groan. “I can’t exactly hop on a plane and fuck him into the mattress right now, can I?”
Missy chuckles, even as her eyes soften. “Nope. But you’re the only one he wants, that’s for damn sure.”
Right on cue, Jace groans a slurred, needy“Ty-ler…”again.
“As for how you can help him… Well, ah… You couldhelphim ‘get it out of his system’ over the phone. Get the pressure off.”
I press my lips together as I contemplate that. Shit, now I know that he’s going to be fine tomorrow, and that it was anaccident,my initial anger has diminished a bit. I’m still angry about this of course, and hope he’ll be okay tomorrow. But for now, if heneedsme to be okay…
“I’m gonna leave you two alone on the call. I’ll prop the phone against the lamp so he can see you, and you can justtalkto him until he crashes, or, you know… Do something other than talk. It would really help him, trust me. If he starts looking like he’s gonna hurl, I’ll be just outside—text Ava, okay?” She gives me a pointed look before she settles the phone at the perfect angle so I can see Jace. “And please, Ty. For the love of God. Don’t let him come all over my phone.”
I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head at how Jace’s writhing on the sheets. “I don’t think I can make any promises.”
