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“You can never be too careful,” he replies as he fills the cup with beer.
The only reason why I accept the cup from him is that I watched the whole process. As he said, you can never be too careful, and one thing that my parents taught me was never to drink anything that someone else served unless I was absolutely sure that there weren’t any drugs inside.
I hand him my phone before I taste the beer. He grabs it, frowning in confusion.
“Can you take care of it? In case I end up drunk,” I ask, and his confused expression lets me know that he needs more than that vague explanation. “The last time that I drank, I broke the screen, and I ended up doing a few stupid things.”
Stanley puts the phone inside the front pocket of his pants.
“I promise that I won’t let you do anything stupid,” he assures me.
Part of me wants to believe him, but I’m a realist person. I’m challenging to handle when there’s alcohol in my system. I don’t want to put that responsibility on his shoulders.
“Just take care of my phone, and we have a deal.”
He nods.
“Okay, Rumpelstiltskin.”
Scoffing, I lead the cup to my lips and drink most of the bitter liquid. A cough escapes my mouth when I swallow half of it in one swing. I have to fight against a wave of nausea that attacks me.
“Oh, Lord. That was disgusting,” I choke out, still feeling the beer in my throat.
A few tears burn my eyes. I had forgotten how awful keg beer tastes… or beer in general. The taste is bitter and creates a small coat of foam that sticks to my inner cheeks.
Stanley chuckles.
“You’re an awful drinker.”
“Are you realizing thatnow?”
Stanley’s arm wraps around my shoulder and stares at me, silently asking if I’m still okay with this. To let him know that I am, I pass mine behind his back.
“Let’s go find our friends before they get the wrong idea,” he says, and I immediately shrink because I know that he noticed that my friends are pushy with the subject. However, by the annoyance on his voice, I can only guess that Ryder is messing with him too.
“I don’t think our position will make them think differently,” I comment, tilting my head so I can point at his arms with my chin.
“Does it bother you what they say?”
I shake my head.
“We promised each other this night, didn’t we?” I remind him, shrugging. “I don’t care about what they’re going to say. Only if we’re clear about what we’re doing.”
His gaze falls on my lips for a brief instant, but I’m hyperconscious of his movements. I also notice when the tip of his tongue touches his lip before he pulls his eyes from me.
“Then let’s go.”
We said that we weren’t crossing the line, but I’m sure as hell that we’re going to push it.
Chapter Fifteen
Not crossing the line with Bree becomes almost impossible when she’s rubbing her ass against the front part of my pants. But she’sdrunk, so I’ve been mentally singing every song from my childhood to avoid my blood flow from descending to my lower area. My hands are tightly grabbing her hips, fighting against the urge to grab her butt and squeeze it hard.
I can’t take advantage of her when she’s not in her five senses.
If she was sober or if I was in the same condition as her, then it would be slightly acceptable for me to make a move, to scratch that itch of exploring her figure with my hands. But she isn’t and I haven’t tasted a drop of alcohol the whole night, so I have to force myself to be a decent guy and take care of her while she’s on the road to getting wasted. I do enjoy her hypnotic and sensual dance against me because I’m a hormonal and sexually active man.I’m not a monk. Every guy would be pleased to have a gorgeous girl moving her ass against his dick.
Her movements are slow, lilting and they’re driving me insane. I lower my eyes to where our bodies are grazing, and immediately regret it because it’s a wonderful sight. The red skirt hugs her butt like a gift and my hands are dying to unwrap it.
