Page 83 of Heal For Me

She shrugs, not bothering to look at me when she says, “No. Stupid questions don’t deserve answers.”

This girl. I’ve spent the entirety of the day, and more so recently, thinking—worrying about our gap and she’s acting like it’s not even a big deal. I guess that’s her answer, she doesn’t. I pull my free hand back before letting it crack onto her ass and enjoying the ripple and her yelp when I do.

“I’m so looking forward to having you on your knees with my dick in your throat, babygirl.”

She shoots me a flirty smile over her shoulder and I know she’s looking forward to it too.

34

Payson

Is someone playing the drums or is that pounding coming from inside my head?

I look around but—wait, my eyes aren’t even open and no matter how hard I try, I can’t get them to open.

So slowly I move my hands until I touch something hot. Ow, what the—Ash. He runs like a furnace.

I poke whatever body part I’m touching. “Ash.”

Something that sounds like an alligator dying comes from behind me.

“Asshh.”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m dying.”

“You’re hungover. Not dying, don’t say that.”

Hungover? Oh yeah. After we ate dinner, Ash’s parents told us to go out, celebrate, have fun. So, we did. I guess. I actually can’t remember much. I remember drinking . . . something. Ash had to go up and order since I’m not eighteen.

Janelle was there. Did she drink? Does she feel the same as me?

“Are you hungover?”

“Yes.”

“What the hell did we drink?”

“Fuck knows. Everything.”

I try and move but my body weighs a million pounds. Eyes first, then we will work on the rest.

Oh my God, it’s so bright. “Ashhh,” I whine. “Help, everything hurts, and I can’t even open my eyes.”

“Payson, I love you. But shh.” Something heavy falls onto my face, not mouth, my entire face.

Wait, am I naked? I drag a heavy hand up my stomach, and yep, sure enough, I’m naked. “Are you naked?”

He groans and the bed under us squeaks. I think he’s moving. “Yes.”

“Did we have sex?”

His hand slips between us, I squirm away but he puts his fingers between my ass cheeks. “Stop it.”

“Payson.” I squirm more because I can’t believe he wants to have sex right now.

“Payson.”

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