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I want to taste her more than I want to taste this fucking shit I’m about to snort up my nose. But, can I do it? Can I share her?
I’m not sure. And I’m not sure where that leaves me. Normally, this sort of shit doesn’t bother me. I don’t usuallyfeelstuff for anyone. I honestly didn’t think I could anymore. And yet, here I am,feelinglike I’m about to crawl out of my skin.
FIVE
RAVEN
“Is he okay?” I ask, glancing at Zay.
“I’m not sure.” He scrubs his hand over his head. With a sigh, he lowers his hand and looks at me. “Maybe you should go check on him.”
I point at myself. “You thinkIshould?”
“That’s what I said.” He rotates a sports drink that he’s holding in his hands. “Unless you don’t think you can handle it.”
Wariness floods me. “Handle what exactly?”
He drags his tongue along his top lip. “Jaxon’s intensity. Although, you have to like it a little if you’re making out with him all the damn time. Unless you’re just using him.”
My fingers fold inward, nails piercing flesh. “I’m not using him, you asshole. And I was only nervous about checking on him because I’m not very good at this sort of stuff. I don’t want to mess anything up.” Shaking my head, I turn to leave.
He lets me go, too, without saying a word. And I wouldn’t expect any more from him.
What I do wish is that he would’ve given me a heads-up on what I’m about to walk into.
After seeing Jax shirtless this morning, I’ve speculated that he might be a cutter. Is that what he’s doing in his room? How the hell am I supposed to help him when, just yesterday, I did the same thing?
I have no damn clue, but I’ll have to figure it out ’cause even the idea of Jax hurting himself makes me sick.
I’m hurrying up the stairway when I feel the presence of someone behind me
“Raven,” Zay says from over my shoulder.
I keep moving, ignoring him, my boots thudding against the stairs.
He heaves a frustrated sigh. “Will you just put your temper aside for one damn minute and hear me out?”
Put my temper aside? Is he shitting me right now?
I skid to a stop and spin around, fuming mad. Of course, I do this without giving him zero time to respond, and he slams into me. While Zay doesn’t have body builder type of muscular, he’s toned, in shape, and tall, so when he crashes into me, it’s like getting ran into by … well, a six-foot-four dude who’s in shape.
I have zero time to process it and immediately trip back, falling to the floor. He tries to grab me and regain our balance, but fails epically, and we both end up slamming to the floor. The edge of the stairs pokes me in the back, and I wince. Thankfully, Zay manages to get his hands out and brace himself against the floor so that he doesn’t actually land on me. We bump heads, though, which is awesome, let me tell you.
“Ow.” I press the heel of my hand to my head.
Zay slants back, wincing in pain, too. But he hastily clears the look and narrows his eyes at me.
“Why the hell did you do that?” he demands, shifting his weight off me. He doesn’t stand up, though, and his legs are pressing against mine.
“I didn’t do anything.” I place my hands against his bare chest and move to shove him, but he barely budges.
His heart is also racing swiftly in his chest, too swiftly for the situation.
Was he that freaked out when we fell? That seems kind of strange to me.
“Get off me.” I push him again.
He glares at me with annoyance. “Will you chill out? I just need to talk to you for a minute.”
