Will shook his head. The din was deafening, and I wasn’t sure if I’d heard right.
“What? What were you talking about?” I shouted, noticing Will’s cheeks turning red.
“Nothing. Let’s get out of here.”
Will squeezed my hand tightly and led me to a private area where everyone was much older than us. The couch we sat on was isolated compared to the rest of the place. The music was still blasting, but it seemed to be a few decibels lower, so that we could talk without yelling at each other.
“How are you?” I asked as William lowered his eyelids.
He seemed tired. I didn’t mean to pry, but my instinct wanted to remind him not to mix drugs and alcohol. I tried to beat around the bush.
“Will, are you taking something right now?”
I was trashed. I was seeing double, but even then I couldn’t stop worrying about him. A tired huff escaped his sulky lips, and a curl bounced on his forehead.
“I’m gonna get back on my meds as soon as my parents get home, June. Can we just have fun and not think about that stuff right now?”
I jumped as he pushed a lock of hair behind my shoulder and grazed my bare skin with his fingers.
“You’re right, Will, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”
I tried to maintain my concentration. I thought about everything he had told me in the past few days, but it was all jumbled in my head right then. I felt a sensation of confusion that ended up being pleasant; the kind of confusion that left me lightheaded, with my lips burning and an overwhelming desire to kiss him. William seemed to be thinking the same thing; he didn’t really want to talk either.
“It’s sweet of you to worry, but I’m fine. And when I saw you tonight, it scared the hell out of me.”
“How so?”
My voice sounded alien to me. Maybe I should’ve stopped at that one drink and not had the shots.
“In a good way. You’re amazing. You’re sexy even when you don’t take your clothes off like everyone else.”
“Oh, come on,” I said, overjoyed but embarrassed.
His compliment made me blush, but I straddled him. His lips had never been so moist, sweet, and juicy, which was confusing my senses.
All of a sudden Will took off my tank top, leaving me in my bikini. Time now seemed to have its own rhythm. My clouded brain couldn’t register every single gesture, every single moment. Maybe that was why I was missing a few steps. Will moaned in my mouth, and I clung to him again, kissing him back. I felt his heart race when he pressed against my breasts. Our tongues intertwined incessantly, while I thought I heard Jackson’s voice in the distance.
“Eww,” I heard him mutter.
“Ew, what?” chuckled Marvin.
“Don’t be a dickhead. Let’s get out of here,” James said gruffly. When Will and I detached ourselves to shoot them a look, they’d already turned around, but for a second I thought I caught a glimpse of the blue paint on James’s lips. It made me feel a strange sensation in the pit of my stomach.
What was I doing there with Will? For a second the alcohol got the best of me, and I couldn’t remember where I was anymore.
William’s face was a jumble of colors. I noticed the electric blue everywhere, on his cheeks, around his cheekbones, even on the tip of his nose.
“It’s okay, we’re alone now,” he breathed against my parted lips.
The skin on my stomach was a jumble of random paints, and the more our bodies collided, the more our colors mixed. I felt my ears throb with the heat that had spread throughout my body, as our make-out session got steamier and steamier.
William started getting comfortable with my bare skin. He put both hands on my hips, holding me firm on top of him. Without meaning to, I realized that I was tightening my thighs around his hips, and that seemed to bother him.
“Um, June.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Will started to kiss me again, but then seemed to change his mind. “June, don’t do that.”
