Page 18 of Your Biggest Downfall
I laughed at the nickname, and we lay there, close enough that the tip of my nose touched his.
He brought his hand to my chin, tracing my jawline with rough fingers. “I like your tattoos. It’s like you’re so much cooler than me.”
I chuckled as he traced his fingers down my arms.
“Your skin is so soft.”
Was he going to kiss me?Fuck. Fuck.It’s not that I hadn’t kissed a guy before, but Austin wasn’t just any guy. He had a reputation to uphold. Hell, I heard the locker room stories about the girls he dated. He was much more suited sexually for someone like Luna.
I was too drunk to care, or even move away. The world was spinning but in a good way. The alcohol buzzed through my veins, dulling my reality of what happens tomorrow and filling me with a warm, carefree sensation.
I took a deep breath, savoring the way the balcony swayed and shifted. It was a temporary reprieve from the constant overthinking and worrying. I didn’t have to think about Mami or Iris. I could exist in this moment, float on the waves of intoxication, and let everything else fade away.
Austin moved even closer, his breath mingling with mine. His eyes, deep and intense, locked onto mine. His hand traveled up, his fingers lightly brushing against my skin, making my heart race. Our breaths became synchronized, shallow and quick, as the space between us dwindled. His lips hovered a fraction away from mine, so close that I could feel their warmth. My heart pounded in my chest, the anticipation almost unbearable.
Just as I thought our lips would finally meet, someone called out from inside, “Austin. We need you over here.”
He froze, his hand still cupping my face, his breath hot against my skin.
But the spell was broken. He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with frustration and regret.
I jumped up, which was a terrible idea. I was suddenly extra dizzy and on a balcony, surely a recipe for disaster. I tried to stumble toward the door and saw Jeremy waiting for us.
“Dude,” I said to him as I patted his back. “You’re always fucking interrupting.”
I shook my head, and Jeremy erupted into laughter.
“She’s fucking right,” Austin grumbled as I managed to stumble down the hallway.
The two boys murmured behind me, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying, and truthfully, I didn’t care.
“Nova,” Austin shouted, or at least I think he was yelling.
I grabbed onto the wall for support, but as I tried to turn my head, I realized I was going to puke.
Fuck. I was going to hurl. Why did I take that last chug of tequila? It was about to send me over. Just moments ago I was escaping into the lips of a very hot and very famous hockey player, who I considered my friend last year, and now I was about to hurl all over his fucking floor.
Where was Luna? “I need Luna,” I managed to get out as I tried to find my balance.
“Dude. Fuck,” someone said, but as I rounded the corner...
“Oh my fucking god,” I croaked.
I was absolutely one-hundred-percent wasted because what was happening in front of me couldn’t actually be happening in real life.
Luna was in the middle of the room, and there was a legit giant-ass orgy all around her. She was currently being fucked by three... ? No. No.
“Luna,” I barked out.
I blinked. There were absolutely four men. There were four men because two were inside the same hole.
“What is happening?”
Austin came from behind me. “I tried to warn ya.”
I spun around, too quickly, on my heel to face him. “You didn’t tell me this is what happens when you extended an invite.”
“Clearly your friend likes it,” Austin bit back. “Are you a fucking prude, Supernova?”
