I watch as Dex gives his brother a nod, and I know I shouldn’t. I absolutely shouldn’t go to that class, but I’m pretty sure I will.
I’ll crawl in there, lie on the ground, and watch that ass flex. Then I will hate myself later.
Damn, what did Robbie give me? Everyone thinks he’s some uptight professor, but these gummies are fucking chaotic.
I swear to god, he’s a troll most days. But no worse than Dex is trolling me with his presence right now.
Fuck, I hate him, I tell myself. I even blink it in his direction. Not that he’s looking at me. But it doesn’t seem to really ring true. I don’t feel that anger toward him like I did three years ago.
Fuck. Me.
Someone taps me on the shoulder, and I turn my head slightly. It feels heavy on my shoulders, like one of those bobble toys.
It’s the jet lag, I tell myself. And the weed. Maybe even the energy drink all mixed together.
I need water.
I blink that to someone, but no one is looking at me.
Wait,he’slooking at me. Those eyes. I can’t forget the way they looked down on me as I choked on his cock. And his lips, sultry and hot, exactly the way they’d been the last time we were together.
I shove myself up, wobbling slightly. Shit, I think I’m about to meet the floor.
Before I fall, Dex is suddenly here, right next to me, his arm around my waist.
I want him to leave me alone, but when I try and tell himthis, my hands flop around like fish. God, these gummies should be criminal.
He says nothing, leading me forward, silent, calm.
I dislike this very much. I dislike it so much that I rub my face against his neck and inhale.
He smells delicious.
Before I know where I am, I fall onto a mattress, my eyes struggling to stay open. It’s hard when everything is so damn heavy. I’m so fucking tired and overwhelmed and high.
‘Ass class’, I try to tell him. I want to confirm I’ll be there. I want him to know I’ll be in attendance. He stares at me, then shrugs and helps me take off my shoes.
I don’t want him to touch me.
I want him to touch me all over.
I may tell him this. I may not. I don’t remember. I just remember the way my eyes crossed before closing and sleep consuming me.
And when I peel back my eyelids a few hours later, I realize it might have only been a dream.
I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. I’m not sure if I’m actually counting Dex as one, but I definitely count the way I treated Robbie. And several instances of mixing incompatible liquors together at the bar with Quinn and Theo.
And definitely dating my shit-for-brains hearing ex-boyfriend that soured me on all hearing people from then on out. If it wasn’t for him, I might not have detested Dex on sight.
But the worst mistake I’ve made in a long while was dragging my hungover ass out of my new apartment and down to the gym for Dex’s new glutes sculpting session. Not justbecause it feels like booze is seeping out of my pores along with my sweat, but also because I wasn’t ready to see him.
Not like this. Not when I’m at my most pathetic and most jet-lagged.
But I am here, despite feeling like I may truly die. Robbie is a piece of shit who gave me a gummy far too strong. I mean, he warned me, but come on. And I didn’t do any drugs in France, not looking for a way to end up in prison, so this was my first hit of anything since arriving home, and it did me no favors. Combined with the drink Thom gave me and the long flight across both the ocean and the entire United States, I was lost.
God, Robbie and Thom are such fucking menaces. They were lucky I didn’t embarrass myself…I think. I hate that everything is a blur.
But even though my mental wiring was fried, it still remembered the class Thom mentioned and Dex confirmed. Because of fucking course I did. I have zero self-preservation and zero self-control.
