“Like?”
“Heroin,” he says, so nonchalantly, it takes me a second to process his words.
“Heroin?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “I’ve done heroin a few times. Meth too but not nearly as much.”
“When.”
“Years ago. I wasn’t addicted or anything, but you know, I think smoking isn’t nearly as bad as those things.”
“Yeah.” I nod, studying him. What in the world could’ve made him do heroin? He isn’t stupid. It’s not some big secret how those drugs could mess up your whole life. Why would he do it? What would make him risk his whole world for drugs?
“Have you ever done any drugs?”
“Pot. Once when I was like thirteen.”
“Jesus, Prue.” He laughs. “You are way too fucking good for me.”
“For…”
“Car is here.” He motions to a black car pulling up before I have a chance to ask what he means by his statement.
He holds open the door, ushering me in. He lets me slide to the other side before climbing in after me. I do my seat belt up, eyeing him until he does the same.
“Where are we going?” I ask, as the car pulls away from the curb.
“My favorite burger joint. You do eat meat, right?”
“Yes.”
“Wasn’t sure since you are so fucking pale.”
“I have low iron, asshole.” I push his shoulder with my hand.
“You don’t say?” He grins at me.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t be an asshole tonight?”
“And I thought you knew I was a liar.”
“God,” I groan. “What did I get myself into?”
“A good time. Relax.” His hand falls to my thigh.
My eyes stare down at where his hand touches me. I don’t seem to mind the physical contact, but it’s a strange gesture. I don’t know how to feel about it. He quickly pulls his hand back, pulling his phone from his pocket.
I watch as he scrolls through his phone a bit, curious what he is looking at. Maybe he is on some dating site looking for a girl to ditch me for. Or looking for the next party to go to where he can get lucky.
“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” I ask after a few minutes of silence.
“Yeah. One or two, but it’s been years. Commitment is hard in my line of work.”
“Or just for you.” I challenge back with a laugh.
“That’s probably part of it. I’m not very good at being tied down.”
“No?” I raise an eyebrow at him with a sly smile on my face.
