Page 67 of Broken Pieces
I huff a laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Uh-huh.” She takes the joint back, blows smoke up toward the crumbling brick above us. “And you’re so full of shit. Seriously, Sky, you’re scaring me. What happened?”
I lean back against the wall, the warmth seeping through my shirt, and let my head fall back.
“I did something stupid,” I say finally.
Cassie goes still.
“Like… dye-your-hair-with-food-coloring stupid or…” Her eyes widen. “Oh my god, did you get matching tattoos with someone?”
“No,” I snap. My voice drops. “Worse.”
She blinks. “How much worse?”
“I… It was Zane.”
Cassie chokes. “Zane… As in, tall, broody, emotionally unavailable Zane?”
I nod, jaw tight.
“We were on the roof of this abandoned building. It was intense. And then I…” My voice trails off, heat crawling up my neck.
Cassie stares. “Wait. Did you blow him?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Don’t.”
“Oh my god. You did.”
“Cass—”
“Holy shit.”
“I said don’t.”
Cassie exhales a curl of smoke and grins at me through the haze. “So… what was his cock like?”
I choke on air. “Are you serious right now?”
“Dead serious. I’ve always wondered. Zane’s got that silent-storm energy. I bet he’s big. No way a guy with hands like that isn’t hiding a fucking monster.”
I shake my head but can’t stop the heat crawling up my throat.
“Yeah, he’s big. And no, I’m not giving you inches.”
Cassie leans in, wide-eyed.
“Oh come on, throw a girl a bone. Preferably his.” She laughs.
I stare at the cracked concrete under our feet.
“After that, he fucking walked away. Didn’t say a word. Left me there as if I was some piece of shit he used to get off.”
“Fucker.”
I nod, jaw clenched. “And there’s that other thing.”
Cassie narrows her eyes. “What thing?”
