One of his hands squeezed my hip while theother pulled his pipe out of his mouth and put it in mine. “Suck, princess.”
I froze at the words. They made my stomach flip.
I couldn’t get high. Could I?
Flashes of my nightmare filtered through my mind, and I sucked a deep inhale from the pipe until he pulled it back to take a hit himself.
“Exhale,” he ordered.
I exhaled the rainbow smoke at the same time as he did, and our smoke swirled together.
I was the only one who had to cough a few times, but I looked down at him, searching his gaze for approval.
“Good job.” He smirked, passing me the pipe again. “I find when you feel like you need to talk, getting high is the best solution.”
“I’m not sure that’s healthy.” I glared at the fae drugs.
“Try it my way, princess.”
I hesitated, but then I realized I didn’t want to go back to sleep and be chained by nightmares. I took another hit, filling my lungs with the fae magic.
The world tilted sideways as the high latched onto me, and I passed the pipe back to him.
We spent the next hour just passing the pipe between us, and we’d both relaxed to the point where I sprawled across his chest, stillstraddling his hips. His hands moved lazily over my back as he touched me.
I didn’t evencare!
The nightmare was far from my mind as I let myself greedily inhale his vanilla and smoke scent.
“So, you just…avoid talking?” I pushed up off his chest gently to see his face. His very attractive face. Even his scar was attractive. “Get high and not say anything? Wow, your scar is hot, by the way,” I blurted the last thing before slapping a hand over my mouth.
His lips curled into a genuine smile as he chuckled. “That’s why I don’t say much, pretty princess. Being high means you have less of a filter.”
“That’s even better,” I gasped. “To talk about what’s on your mind! If you can’t filter, you can’t hold back, which means you get the stuff weighing you down off your chest.”
“I’d like to get this off your chest,” Skel purred, tracing his finger over my collarbone.
My skin seared with something I could only name as desire over where his fingers touched.
I smacked his hand away with a pout. “Stop that. I don’t know what you’ve been told, but I’m…” I leaned super close to him so I could whisper in his ear, and he groaned. “A virgin.”
“What?” he sputtered as I moved back up. “Since when?”
“Since forever, duh.” I giggled. “Can I talk, for real?”
His fingers dug into my hips, and he groaned. “I told you if you wanted to talk, it had to be like this. What’s up?”
“I had a nightmare,” I murmured. “It was from a drude I’ve never seen in my life. She had green eyes and red hair, and she was so mean-looking.”
He whistled lowly as he took another hit and passed me the pipe. “What’d you do to piss off a drude?”
“I don’t know!” I groaned, tossing my hair back. “I didn’t mean to!”
“Well, what was the nightmare about?”
“Dex…and his tendrils slicing into my flesh.” Fear shimmied down my spine thinking about it. “It hurt.”
He moaned, his eyes glowing slightly as he fed off my fear. “If we’re sharing, it’s only fair that I tell you that your fear of me only pisses me off," he confessed, a raw edge to his voice. "Also…you do need to be careful who you trust."
