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I recognize the blinged-out “B” keychain as Brooke’s.
“Apparently not,” Brooke replies, handing me one of the shot glasses. Sadie grabs the other. “To Kenzie.”
“To Kenzie,” Sadie cheers, giving me a wink.
I toss the liquor back and it burns its way down my esophagus to my stomach.
The entire place seems to erupt in applause.
I don’t really want to leave, especially with what just happened between me and Ryder. My lips still tingle from our kisses, my body is still sensitive and, with how I feel, I just really don’t want to walk away from it. I want...more.
Someone turns the music up loud, a song with an almost frantic rhythm that has all the girls on the dance floor gyrating and the men clapping in applause.
Curtis lines up shot glasses on the table and fills them with whiskey.
“Come on, girls.” He motions us to join him.
Ryder walks out of the room and comes over to me. He doesn’t look any worse for wear and Deklan isn’t mean-mugging me or Brooke, so I figure we’re in the clear.
“Toss it back,” Sadie says and without hesitation, I take the shot.
CHAPTER 7
The pounding in the base of my skull won’t let up and the daylight spilling into my room as well as into my eyes doesn’t help the intense pain.
My head might explode.
Ugh, I want to die.
I take a deep breath in and rub my temples, hoping the throbbing in my skull will let up. After five deep breaths, I realize that no amount of breathing will help the hangover from Hell.
“Jesus, is it really one?” a voice says from beside me.
I roll over. There, on my bedroom floor, stretching and yawning, is my cousin. Her hair is a little mussed and, aside from smudged mascara beneath her eyes, she looks none the worse for wear. I glance at the clock radio on my nightstand. It’s seven minutes after one.
My mind races and I try to remember if I even saw my mom last night after we came home. Things are a bit of a blur after what had gone down in Deklan’s room with Ryder. I smile to myself, a little shiver rushing through me at the memory of making out with him—and the feelings of him touching my body.
The smile disappears, though, because I know that if Brooke hadn’t knocked on the door, I can almost guarantee I would have woken up this morning without my virginity intact.
“I probably shouldn’t have taken those last straight shots.” Brooke stands and stretches. “I never really cared for whiskey.”
I vaguely remember the straight shot or had there been more than one?
“Tell me you didn’t drive?” I ask, horrified that I can’t even recall how I made it home.
“Deklan drove us.”
As in smoking hot, tattooed rocker, Deklan? I hope I didn’t make an ass out of myself.
“Where’s Sadie?”
Brooke’s finger brushes her hair. “She probably stayed over with Jack.”
“Who is Jack?”
“Wow, you were toasted.” Brooke laughs under her breath. “Jack is Curtis’s friend with the long curly hair. You should remember him. After all, you were slow dancing with him.”
My heart crashes to my toes. “What?”
“Kidding.”
I could choke her. “Jack did like you, though. He’s always had a thing for blondes.”
“I should have passed on the straight shots,” I say absently.
I should have passed on the coke as well. Huge mistake.
Brooke sits on the edge of the bed. “So, what do you remember?”
I remember snorting coke, listening to the band, dancing and getting down with Ryder.
She nudges me. “You could have gotten yourself in trouble, you know that? Ryder doesn’t mess around when it comes to women. He can move faster than anyone I know.”
I don’t need a reminder. I’m sure people will be talking about it at school come Monday. Great, labeled a slut on my second week of school. “Tell me we left shortly after the straight shots.”
“Well, you did get sick.”
My eyes widen.
“But you didn’t puke until we were driving home. Deklan had to pull over about every two
“Apparently not,” Brooke replies, handing me one of the shot glasses. Sadie grabs the other. “To Kenzie.”
“To Kenzie,” Sadie cheers, giving me a wink.
I toss the liquor back and it burns its way down my esophagus to my stomach.
The entire place seems to erupt in applause.
I don’t really want to leave, especially with what just happened between me and Ryder. My lips still tingle from our kisses, my body is still sensitive and, with how I feel, I just really don’t want to walk away from it. I want...more.
Someone turns the music up loud, a song with an almost frantic rhythm that has all the girls on the dance floor gyrating and the men clapping in applause.
Curtis lines up shot glasses on the table and fills them with whiskey.
“Come on, girls.” He motions us to join him.
Ryder walks out of the room and comes over to me. He doesn’t look any worse for wear and Deklan isn’t mean-mugging me or Brooke, so I figure we’re in the clear.
“Toss it back,” Sadie says and without hesitation, I take the shot.
CHAPTER 7
The pounding in the base of my skull won’t let up and the daylight spilling into my room as well as into my eyes doesn’t help the intense pain.
My head might explode.
Ugh, I want to die.
I take a deep breath in and rub my temples, hoping the throbbing in my skull will let up. After five deep breaths, I realize that no amount of breathing will help the hangover from Hell.
“Jesus, is it really one?” a voice says from beside me.
I roll over. There, on my bedroom floor, stretching and yawning, is my cousin. Her hair is a little mussed and, aside from smudged mascara beneath her eyes, she looks none the worse for wear. I glance at the clock radio on my nightstand. It’s seven minutes after one.
My mind races and I try to remember if I even saw my mom last night after we came home. Things are a bit of a blur after what had gone down in Deklan’s room with Ryder. I smile to myself, a little shiver rushing through me at the memory of making out with him—and the feelings of him touching my body.
The smile disappears, though, because I know that if Brooke hadn’t knocked on the door, I can almost guarantee I would have woken up this morning without my virginity intact.
“I probably shouldn’t have taken those last straight shots.” Brooke stands and stretches. “I never really cared for whiskey.”
I vaguely remember the straight shot or had there been more than one?
“Tell me you didn’t drive?” I ask, horrified that I can’t even recall how I made it home.
“Deklan drove us.”
As in smoking hot, tattooed rocker, Deklan? I hope I didn’t make an ass out of myself.
“Where’s Sadie?”
Brooke’s finger brushes her hair. “She probably stayed over with Jack.”
“Who is Jack?”
“Wow, you were toasted.” Brooke laughs under her breath. “Jack is Curtis’s friend with the long curly hair. You should remember him. After all, you were slow dancing with him.”
My heart crashes to my toes. “What?”
“Kidding.”
I could choke her. “Jack did like you, though. He’s always had a thing for blondes.”
“I should have passed on the straight shots,” I say absently.
I should have passed on the coke as well. Huge mistake.
Brooke sits on the edge of the bed. “So, what do you remember?”
I remember snorting coke, listening to the band, dancing and getting down with Ryder.
She nudges me. “You could have gotten yourself in trouble, you know that? Ryder doesn’t mess around when it comes to women. He can move faster than anyone I know.”
I don’t need a reminder. I’m sure people will be talking about it at school come Monday. Great, labeled a slut on my second week of school. “Tell me we left shortly after the straight shots.”
“Well, you did get sick.”
My eyes widen.
“But you didn’t puke until we were driving home. Deklan had to pull over about every two
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