Page 30 of Becoming Us
I could feel myself sinking deeper into the drunken void. I had no clue how I’d make it down the stairs, let alone all the way home. What harm could it really do?
What the fuck else could hurt me at this point? I was maxed out.
I held out my hand. “Fine. Hand it over.”
His lips curved. He stepped back between my legs. I reached for the bag, but he brushed my hands away, lifting the little spoon that hung from his necklace.
“Hold your nose—just one side. Then up.”
I did as told, grimacing. Fuck, it tasted foul.
“Another. You’re too far gone.”
Couldn’t argue with that.
I did it again, sniffling, still holding my nose. “Ugh.”
“You get used to it.”
Even with my eyes shut, the room still spun. I guess I just tried cocaine for funsies.
Great, Noah. You’re really proving everybody right tonight, huh?
“When does it kick in?”
He slapped my thighs lightly, and I straightened up.
River tilted my chin with his fingers. “Well, are you still shitfaced?”
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
He laughed, but it didn’t sound right. Not fake—just flat. His fingers slipped into my hair and tugged. He bit his lip, and my eyes locked on it. I’d seen that exact look in a campaign somewhere. A billboard, maybe.
He shook his head slowly.
“What?”
“It’s a shame.”
My stomach dropped.What the hell did I do now?
“What?”
He didn’t answer, just kept shaking his head.
My nose was runny. I sniffled again and wiped at it.
“Here, you can have this,” he said, pressing the baggie into my palm. “If you ever need more, gimme a call.”
“So you’re a dealer too?”
He chuckled, tilting his head. “No. I’ll just hook you up. That way I’ll keep you on my radar.”
His hands settled on my thighs. My eyes dropped to his mouth. He was into me—no question. It radiated off him. And honestly, it felt good to be wanted like that.
I leaned forward, aiming for a kiss.
He held me back with a palm on my chest.
