The house isfull of strangers. Some dancing and others talking. I cough from the cloud of cigarette smoke.
“I’m so happy you could join us,” Lucy says with a wide smile, and then she bumps her hip against mine.
I give her a fake smile in return. I regret agreeing, but after a long week I need this distraction. I just don’t want to think about Axle. He’s under my skin. It pains me to know I still love him, even with all the heartbreak he’s caused me. I don’t regret the time spent with him, because he made me happy. No matter how hard I try, I can’t hate him.
“Here,” Lucy says, handing me another full shot glass. This time there’s red liquid in it. She raises hers and we clink our glasses together. “To getting over Axle.”
“Cheers,” I say and swallow in two gulps. Instantly a sharp burn hits my throat, making me cough and my face twist into a grimace. “Oh, that one’s strong.” It warms my belly, but my head spins. Someone grips my shoulders, and I turn to see Cameron.
“You need to relax,” he says softly, gently working his fingers into my shoulders.
My body stiffens slightly, but I’m too sluggish to move away from him. “I am relaxed,” I murmur.
He laughs. “Not relaxed enough. How many shots have you had?” he asks, then looks between me and Lucy.
Lucy shrugs. “We’re still standing,” she says, then giggles. “Alcohol will help her forget... at least for tonight, anyway.”
I peer down at the empty shot glass. “Well... pour me another.”
“That’s the spirit,” Cameron says.
Cameron pours me another shot and reaches over to pass it to me. I blink a few times. I see two shot glasses, though I’m pretty sure my eyes are playing tricks on me.
Cameron laughs and brings the glass to my lips. I swallow the shot down.
My head falls to the side. Everything’s spinning. I grab the kitchen counter to stay upright.
“Are you alright?” Lucy asks, sounding worried.
I rub my forehead.No, I am not.
“I’ll take her to her bedroom so she can lie down,” says Cameron.
Hmm, bed... seems like such a good idea right about now.
“Are you sure?” Lucy asks him or me. I’m not exactly sure at this point. I just want to be in my warm, comfortable bed.
“It’s fine. I’ll get her there safe and tucked in bed,” he replies.
Cameron grabs my hips, helping me stand. “Woah...” I mutter. We walk around the bunch of bodies. I put my arm over his shoulder as we step up the stairs. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me tight against his body. When we reach the top, he wiggles my bedroom doorknob.
“It’s locked. Do you have the key?”
My eyes are heavy, but I point to my pocket. He dips his hand into my pocket. It lingers there, and then he rubs the edge of my privates. I take a step back, nearly losing my footing. “What are you doing?” I slur.
He smirks. “Helping you into your room.” He unlocks the door and guides me inside and eases me down on my bed. He leans over and brushes my hair out of my face.
“Mm,” I grunt. I want to go to sleep.
He leans over me. “I’m going to make you forget that piece of trash. I’m going to make you feel good.” His lips crash into mine.
Shock turns my body to stone.No... this can’t be happening. I don’t want him. I squirm, trying to pull away, but I’m struggling. His body is heavy. I’m drunk, but I know I don’t want this. He grabs my boob roughly.
“Don’t,” I say, but he doesn’t listen. He kisses down my neck while I’m struggling beneath him, my heart racing, my stomach queasy.
“Get off me!” I say, louder. I try to push him off, but he’s so strong.
He’s frowning. “What, you can take dick from a biker, but you don’t want mine?”
