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“I… I don’t know.”
“I’ll touch you first, and if you don’t like it, I can stop.”
It was the booze. I knew that. Otherwise, I never would have. “Okay.”
I saw him smile, then he kissed me again, and we didn’t stop.
* * *
I stumbled up the driveway, fixing my shirt and straightening my skirt. Tad wasn’t old enough to drive, but because his father was a judge, he wasn’t afraid to get caught, so he took me home. I approached the wrought-iron doors, and before my hand grazed the knob, a rush of cool air hit my warmed body, and I grinned up at Austin. “Hey, little bro.” He was two years younger than me but already taller and wise beyond his years.
“What’s wrong with you, Paris?” He grabbed my arm when I tripped over my own high-heeled feet. “You’re drunk again.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
I blinked at the bright lights in the foyer. “Yeah… you’re right. I’m not.” I was confused because I knew losing my virginity in the back seat of Tad’s father’s car was wrong, but… I liked it. It hurt at first, but then it got better. It never really felt good, but I liked that it made me feel special. I was important. Tad needed me for something, and when we were doing it, I forgot about all my mistakes.
If my mother was home, maybe I’d talk to her about it, but she would probably just tell me that I was a slut anyway, so it didn’t matter that she was never around, I guess.
Austin put his angry face in front of mine, and like a kaleidoscope, it multiplied and spun around, making me dizzy. I tried to focus on one of them when he grabbed my jaw and pinched my cheeks. “Did someone hurt you?” It was cute that he cared.
“Who doesn’t hurt me?” I mumbled, a heavy ball lodging in my throat. “Gotta go to bed now.”
“Name. I want his fucking name.”
A hiccuped laugh made me burp. “You said fuck.” Austin gagged when my beer breath assaulted him.
“I’m serious, Paris. Did someone hurt you tonight?”
“No worse than Daddy ever did.”
He blinked and tilted his head like he didn’t hear me right. “What did Dad do?”
Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. “Nothing. I’m drunk.” I ruffled his hair, wishing he could keep his innocence forever. “Time for bed.”
“I’ll help you,” he mumbled and walked beside me, steadying me up the spiral staircase, chills creeping up my spine as we ascended. We got to my room, and I collapsed face-first onto my bed. “Here.” I squinted an eye open and saw him set a glass of water on my nightstand. “Here’s a garbage can in case you puke. Do you need anything else?”
“Nah… Just gonna sleep. You should, too. It’s late.” I sat up a little and drank some water, then fought back the nausea as I stood. “Come on, I’ll take you to your room.”
“I can do it myself.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to his room, then pushed him inside. “Get to bed, goober.”
“You go to bed, nerd.”
“Lock this.” I started pulling the door closed.
He rolled his eyes. “Nobody’s going to break into our house, Paris. And if they do, I’ll kick their ass.”
“Lock it.”
I shut the door and stood there, not leaving until I heard him flick the bolt.
CHAPTER 1
Paris
