Page 155 of Crank (Crank 1)
I was game to play the game. We wandered
off, found a soft sitting
spot in a patch of crispy brown wild wheat.
Come here, Bree.
As he pulled me onto his lap, I wondered if
I should confess my double identity.
Instead, I let him kiss me. Hard. Hot.
Oh, man. I’m hot
He shed his shirt and the moon revealed
perfect, tanned muscles. He started
to unbutton mine, silencing my protest.
Shhh. Don’t say no.
“I can’t. I mean, I never …” Crank-enhanced
goosebumps lifted as he moved
his hands gently across my skin. “Stop.”
You know you want to.
“I do, Brendan, I really do. But I can’t.
It’s the wrong time of the month.”
I’d decked him. He slapped back.
Then, why did you call?
I let Bree answer. “Not to get laid, incredible
as you are. Is that all you think I’m
about? What if I told you I’m a virgin?”
I’d call you a liar.
Bree wanted to joust, but Kristina thought
about a long walk home and put Bree
back into her box. I looked him in the eye. “No lie.”
Paydirt!
Hair Mussed
clothes cockeyed,
