Page 42 of Chasing Lyric
Chase’s having a wow of a time. “Enjoying that?”
I can’t back out now.
I have to see this through.
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur as I try to consume the lump of incredibly awful goop. Inhaling through my nose, I prepare myself. Mentally building myself up, I count down in my head.
On the count of three.
You can do this, Lyri.
One.Oh God.
Two.It’s so slimy!
Three.This is the worst thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. Ever.
I close my eyes and swallow.
As it slides down the back of my throat, I feel my gag reflex kick in. I cough a little, and when I open my eyes, Chase has his arms crossed like he’s impressed I got through that awful ordeal. I stick out my tongue, showing him it’s gone.
He brings his hands together in a slow clap. “That was quite the performance, Miss Griff—”
“What?” I sit taller, defensively. “I loved it.”
You’re an idiot, Lyri.
I already know what he’s going to say before he even opens his gorgeous mouth. “Oh, really? Then by all means…” he pushes the plate closer, “… have another.” His smile is as wide as the equator, and I want to burn him just as hot.
But it’s a dare.
I can’t back out now.
I’m in too deep.
I plaster on some fake enthusiasm. “Mmm… delicious!” I lick my lips, picking up another of the disgusting little pieces of slimy snot ball.
Dammit! Why do I have to be so stubborn?
“Down the hatch…” I tense my stomach muscles, preparing for the onslaught. I tip the shell up to my mouth, letting the oyster slide in. My body shudders with the intrusion as I close my eyes, pretending to enjoy it. “Mmm…” I moan, but it comes out as more of a cry for help than enjoyment.
I start to chew, and suddenly Chase bursts out laughing, making my eyes open while he shakes his head at me. I’m momentarily distracted from the foul taste that’s lingering as I take in his hysterics.
“Jesus, Lyri! You’ll do anything to be an independent female, won’t you?”
My eyes bug open, which causes me to chug down the nasty thing. I gasp as my stomach churns from the intrusion. “What the hell does that mean?” I ask, then stick out my tongue trying to rid the god-awful taste from it.
He hands me my champagne flute.
I take it quickly, have a sip, and swirl it around my mouth to try and wash away any of the disgusting remnants.
“You’ve never had oysters before, have you?”
I swallow alargemouthful with a huge gulp while tilting my head. “What makes you say that?” I question defensively.
He picks up an oyster and puts it to his lips. It falls into his mouth, then he swallows it in one go.
No leaving it in his mouth.
