Page 9 of Running Winter

I pulled away, closing the door behind me as she fell on the bed breathlessly, gazing up at me as she did.

“Who were they—” I started as the girl stood, wrapping her arms back around my neck, her lips meeting mine again.

Wait, what the fuck?

“Whoa, I helped you out there, sweetheart, but this isn’t right. You're shaken up and need to get home safely.”

I tried to convince myself, but she didn’t stop kissing me, moving her hot mouth to my neck.

Oh fuck.

Rafe was going to kill me.

THESE BITCHES BE LIKE…

R A F E

Somewhere, a phone was ringing.

I wished someone would hurry up and answer that shit because my mind felt like an underwater cavern, filled to the brim with clutter.

Do oceans even have clutter?

No?

Then maybe my head felt like a storage closet.

Yes. That was it; a fucking storage closet.

“Rafe, answer your phone,” mumbled a voice from beside me, and that made my eyes fling open.

Oh, no. Not Kendra. Not again.

Despite the throbbing in my head, I managed to force myself to sit up, taking in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom, the pastel-colored painted walls, and fluffy bedspread. But, worst of all, I was bare-ass naked.

I reached down, tugging the phone out of my jeans.

“Yo.”

“Come and get me, man, now.”

I blinked, sure the liquid in my eyes was pure tequila. I felt violently sick too, but I still dragged my boxers and jeans on.

“Chase, man, I’m not even sure I can drive. Is this a matter of—”

“I’m at Jared Herrod’s house.”

That was enough for me to drop the phone, yanking my shirt on as Kendra purred from the bed.

“Kendra, I’ve gotta go. I’m sorry, I’ll call you,” I lied, grabbing my wallet and keys before making my way out of her house.

Thankfully it was early, and her parents weren’t up.

I couldn’t deal with that shit today.

I picked up the phone, pressing it to my ear.

“Have you fucked Jared Herrod?” I hissed, spying my leather jacket on the floor near the back door.

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