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Finally, Colson breaks the silence. “I meant what I said last night. I’m still glad you’re watching out for her, and that she talks to you—for whatever reason,” he adds facetiously.
“Thanks, fucker,” I chuckle. “So,” I change the subject, “how wasprom?”
Colson lets out a chuckle and the air becomes lighter once again.
“Bryce is fun,” he shrugs, “but she’s not the one.”
“Did you think she was?” I ask with surprise.
“Nah,” Colson shakes his head. “She was a champ, though, about let me choke her unconscious with my belt around her neck and my dick down her throat. But she would’ve had me incarcerated by morning if I’d done everything I wanted to.”
“Did you use your knife?” I grin, part of me wishing I’d been there to see Bryce Decker, the valedictorian herself, when Colson whipped out his knife just like he said he would that night he was writhing around on Aiden’s floor.
“No,” he practically giggles at that. “I took her back to Aiden’s guesthouse and there I am, balls deep about to finish her, and I pull out my knife. You should’ve seen her face,” now he’s enjoying reliving it, “you’d think I turned into Freddy fucking Krueger.”
“Maybe she’s into that,” I shrug.
“She’snot,” Colson laments. “Her eyes got all wide, and you could tell she was thinking about it, but right before I opened it, she started wigging out—Col! What the fuck are you doing?” he mocks her in a shrill voice. “So, I tossed it on the floor with everything else and I was like,no, sweetheart, what are you talking about?” he rolls his eyes sheepishly as I descend into laughter.
“Did you see Aiden while you were there?” I ask, recalling how he disappeared right after we got back from ruining Bowen’s night.
Colson shakes his head. “All I got was a text before I left Mason’s saying not to come inside the main house under penalty of death.”
Shit…
“Alejandro Barrera…” Colson drawls with a shake of his head, “spending his last prom night playing video games with Ole Dally. Did you at least win a few rounds or did she kick your ass all night?”
“Both.”
The best sex I never had.
I walked out of that room this morning thinking I’d ruined her. But now…
I think it’s her that’s ruined me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Dallas
“Dallas.”
“Huh?” I whip around as Colson’s voice jars me out of my trance.
He rolls his eyes and the Civic begins to slow down. It’s the last week of school. I should be excited about summer break—something new to take my mind off of the hellscape of the last few weeks. Saturday night did that, if only for a few hours. But I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, wondering if I imagined it all. But I know I didn’t. No one hallucinates that much, no onefeelssomething like that if it doesn’t happen.
I want it to happen again.
I hope Colson doesn’t bring it up; how he saw me at the top of the stairs and then tackled Alex. But Alex texted me yesterday that Colson wasn’t mad and everything was fine, whatever that means.
He brings the Civic to a halt on the side of the road, still a couple of miles from school.
“You want to drive?” Colson asks.
“What?”
He speaks slower this time. “Do. You. Want. To. Drive?”
He can’t be serious. Colson barely lets anyone touch his car, much less drive it. Why would he let me?
