His head cocked. “I never said it was only weed.”
I actually chuckled, because he was right. I had only assumed. The sound was gravelly from disuse, but a chuckle was what it was. “Huh.” I stared at where the tiny bits of the blunts remained. “They actually helped.” I had essentially found…humor...and I didn’t mind it so much. He was watching me awfully hard, probably worried I was going to puke all over the place, but I pointed a decently straight finger at him, saying, “You never told me your name.”
He was quiet for a few long moments, then he said, “No. I didn’t.”
I waved a wobbly hand. “Well, that’s not fair.” Yep, I was stoned and drunk. On the plus side, I wasn’t seeing two of him. He was a bit blurry, but there was only one man staring at me.
Gradually, his lips lifted into a very small smile — like my chuckle, it looked like he hadn’t done it in a while. “Fascinating logic.” He shrugged when I stared this time. “You never told me your real name.” A quiet hum, his head tilted. “I believe you said ‘some people call me’, not ‘my name is’, even if you hadn’t used a nickname.”
I blinked. “You’re a quick one, aren’t you?” I waggled my finger at him. “Damn quick.”
His gaze roved over my face. “Can you even stand?”
My lips pinched. “Of course I can.”
He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes still as dead as mine, but intense in their assessment.
Challenge given.
Rolling my shoulders, I placed a hand on the arm of the couch and pushed so I was standing. I blinked, staying on my feet this time, but I muttered, “Well, shit.”
His head cocked. “What?”
I pointed to the left and right about an inch apart. “There are two of you now.”
Again, his lips slowly lifted into that lonely, tiny smile. “May I ask you something…Red?”
I swayed, placing a bracing hand back on the couch. “You may ask.” Answering was optional.
He rubbed his chin, staring at me with that tortured gaze. “What put that look in your eyes?”
My eyes narrowed. “This is why I don’t make friends.” They wanted to share and shit. “I could ask you the same thing, but I’m not, so why go and ruin the mood?” When he only stayed silent, watching, waiting for my answer, my nostrils flared in irritation…but I enjoyed the fact I actually felt irritation. Though not anger or agony, the feeling was enough to placate me, as was he, since he had been the gateway to it through his drugs. I sat on the arm of the couch, sighing heavily, and told the truth, “What you see in my eyes is simply life staring you in the face.”
He went mute, staring at me with an unreadable expression.
I lifted my eyebrows at his silent countenance. “You asked. I answered.” I shrugged, staring at him pointedly. “And please, take notice how I’m not asking in kind. I’m not into group hugs and crying sessions.”
“Neither am I.” He studied me, rubbing his chin again. “May I ask you something else?”
“Is it another personal question?”
His lips lifted, bitty smile showing. “Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking.”
I shrugged. “You may ask.” Again, answering was optional.
Green eyes met mine straight on. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”
I blinked, my eyebrows rising. “I don’t even know your name.”
His gaze roamed down my frame. “Nice try, but until you tell me yours, I don’t believe I’ll tell you mine.” His head tilted toward the bed. “Would you care to?”
Feeling — actually feeling — halfway normal, I let my eyes wander over his impressive frame. I hadn’t had sex in a very long time, my last bed partner…well, I guess I couldn’t actually remember who my last bed partner was. But before that, it had been Finn at King Cave. Honestly, sex hadn’t even entered my mind. Not that I hadn’t had offers from kiss-asses, but I had only ever felt ice water in my veins — I wasn’t the least bit interested, just wanting everyone to stay the fuck back. And now, with drugs and alcohol coursing through my system, I was relaxed in a hazy, tranquil mist.
And what I saw was enticing. “Sex between the damned?” I didn’t even need to see his stash of drugs, his eyes voicing loudly I was in like company. “Would it even be enjoyable?”
He hummed quietly. “There’s only one way to find out.” Sinuously, his thermal shirt came off.
And yeah, I stared at his striking muscles that rippled with the motion and set as he lowered his arms, hardening, revealing a God-worthy body. My eyes roamed over all of that smooth, mocha skin on display, only gradually lowering to stare at the eightpack he had, a thin line of black hair starting below his freaking-perfect belly button, disappearing under the waistband of his black army cargos. Gradually, my gaze lifted back to his wide lips. They were…yummy.
