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Jax studies me momentarily with his lips pressed together. “Weird in a bad way?”
“Nah, just weird different.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I figured as much since you said you’ve never gotten high with anyone before.” Jax is teasing me, or so says the smile on his face. He traces the pad of his finger along my bottom lip, studying me intently. “You’re so gorgeous that I could write an entire poem about these lips.”
Not what I was expecting him to say.
Hunter, though, starts laughing. “Just a warning, pretty Raven. When Jax gets stoned, his cheesy poet side comes out.”
Jax glares at him, but Hunter keeps on grinning as he steps toward me. “Want one more hit before I put this up?”
“Yes, please.” I reach for the joint, but he puts it between his lips instead.
He takes a hit, and I expect him to hand it to me. Instead, he leans in like Jax did.
Wait …
Holy shit … Is he going to shotgun with me, too?
I manage to get my lips parted as he exhales the smoke. He slides his hand around my waist, gripping slightly as he exhales. Jax still has his hand on my waist, too, and Hunter’s hand ends up right above one of his. I’m pressed between the two of them and, holy shit, it’s fucking weird.
But not necessarily bad.
“Jesus Christ,” Hunter breathes out with his eyes closed.
I’m unsure why he said that, and he doesn’t step back, so I angle my head to the side before exhaling.
“Are you okay?” I ask Hunter after I’ve cleared out my lungs. My brain, however, is a bit fuzzy.
He bobs his head up and down as he opens his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fucking fantastic.” His smile appears to be genuine.
“You look like you feel fantastic,” I say with a giggle.
His smile magnifies. “God, that smile.” He brushes his finger along my jawline before stepping back and lowering his hand from my waist.
I feel strangely cold, but that dissipates when Jax wraps his arms around my waist so that his chest is pressed against my back.
Hunter turns and puts the joint out against the inside of the box that he took it from. Then he puts the lighter and joint back inside and returns it to the dresser drawer. He removes something else from the drawer before shutting it—a camera case.
He turns to me as he unzips the case. “I know you said you hate being photographed, but I really,reallywant to take a photo of you.” He removes a camera from the bag, sets the bag down, then removes the lens cap. “I won’t do it without your permission, and no one will judge you if you don’t want to.” He steps toward me. “But you’re so beautiful, and with your permission, I’d like the honor to photograph that.”
Did I die on that bridge? I’m seriously starting to wonder because how can this be real? How can they be so damn nice? Well, Hunter and Jax are. Zay is a different story.
I’m not sure why I do what I do next. Maybe it’s because he’s so nice or maybe it’s just because I’m high as hell. Whatever brings me to do it, it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that I nod.
Hunter offers me a smile. “Thank you.” Then he starts adjusting the camera lens. “If you want, Jax can be in it with you. It’s up to you.”
That sounds way better than me going solo and pretending I’m like a model or something. Even thinking about it makes me want to bust up laughing. I manage to keep that to myself, though, thank God, or else these guys are probably never going to want to get high with me again.
Normally, I’m not so giggly, but I’m a little off my game.
I turn to Jax. “If you don’t mind taking it with me, then I’d way rather you be in it.”
“I’d love to.” He brushes a strand of hair out of my face again, the metal of his ring kissing my skin.
He seems to like to do that—brush my hair out of my eyes. My heart seems to like it, too.
Once he’s done playing with my hair, he lowers his hand and steps back from me. He doesn’t go far, threading his fingers through mine and guiding me over to the bed where he sits down.
