"That's not fucking happening," I said.
Gary held up another can. "Mango blackberry."
"I need to tell you a secret," Audrey loud-whispered into my ear. "Your mom is sus-shushishisus-sushisus-suspicious." She held up her ring finger and closed an eye at the same time like the two were on a pulley system. "About the?—"
I sealed my lips to hers. I didn't know what the rest of that sentence was and I didn't want to find out. I could've let the kiss linger but she'd resent the fuck out of me for it when she soberedup. I'd resent me too. Probably. "Shh, princess. That's for us to know."
"Ginger mule," Gary said.
Audrey slow-blinked, her lips parted and damp. "Okay." And then she brought both hands to my face, pressed her mouth to mine, and picked up where we left off.
She was messy and a bit wild. Her nails bit into my jaw, my cheeks, and feeling that raw hunger coming through her destabilized something in me. I knew I couldn't touch her like this, no more than I already had, but goddamn that didn't stop my mind from wandering to rich, indulgent places.
I needed her to remember this tomorrow. I just didn't know if I'd survive if she did.
"Orange vanilla."
I broke away but held her tight to me, her head on my shoulder and my hand in her hair. "I'm going to take you back to the hotel. I think we could use a nap."
Audrey murmured in agreement—and then snaked a hand between us and palmed my dick.
I yanked her wrist away before anyone noticed and trapped it against the small of her back. "Behave yourself."
"Will you stay with me?" she asked.
I ran a thumb over her lips. "Of course."
"I swear, if you two are already married," Mom started, "I'm going to start whooping bottoms. I don't care how old you are."
"Pineapple pomelo," Gary said.
"Pomeloooooo," Audrey sang, kicking out a leg and nearly knocking the seltzer from Gary's grip.
Rita appeared in the door, took one look at Audrey and tossed up her hands. "Dammit, Janet. You really have to organize your goodies better."
"It was an accident," Mom said.
"Which one was it this time?" Rita asked, her hands fisted on her hips. "The X, the shrooms, or the choose your own adventure gummies?"
"Lime," Gary said.
"The X," Mom replied, but then she held up a finger and squinted at the ceiling. "I think. I'd forgotten about the gummies."
"We're leaving," I said, motioning for Mom to grab Audrey's bag off the floor. "I can't believe I have to tell you this but get your psychedelics in order. No more accidental dosing. Not cool, Mom."
"I'll straighten it all out. I promise," she said, trailing behind me as I led Audrey to the door. It was more of a shuffle-and-slide while she licked my neck, which wasn't making this any easier. "She'll have a pleasantly woozy evening and then sleep like a baby. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow."
"Guava," Gary said.
"Guaaaaaava," Audrey drawled.
"Is she going to remember any of this?"
Mom slung Audrey's bag over my shoulder and squeezed my arm. "I always do," she said with a shrug. "But I never take two at the same time."
Audrey peered at us like she knew we were talking about her, nodded, and then let out a raw, bloody scream, jumping a solid foot off the ground and almost taking me down in the process.
"It found us," she cried, pointing to the house. "It followed us all the way here."
