Dart and Dash - Mary Smith Page 0,12

really wanted to, too, but none of these guys looked like they had the goods that I wanted right now.

Only one guy had caught my eye. Dash Terrance. He was standing with a couple of others, and I was surprised to see that no girls were around him. I had heard about his reputation from Daisy since she and Dart started dating. Yet, I hadn’t seen him with anyone in the week I’ve been here.

I stumbled toward him, trying not to bump into anyone, but that wasn’t working out so well. I practically slammed into him when I was within reach of him.

“Garnet, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I have friends,” I proudly announced to him.

“Good for you.” He looked at me confused.

“Okay, I’m going to need to get sex,” I slurred.

Dash smirked. “Do you mean a drink?”

“Nope, sex.” I shook my head, which caused me to lose my balance.

He grabbed my arm, steadying me. “I’ll take you home.” Dash told his friends he’d see them later, and he took my hand. I was too numb to understand that his fingers were intertwined with mine. I could barely get my legs to walk.

“What’s that smell?” I took a deep breath when we were out on the sidewalk.

“Fresh air?”

“No,” I leaned into him. “It’s you.”

“Well, I did shower today, and I put on clean clothes.”

“You smell good.”

“I do love when a drunk girl tells me that,” he rolled his eyes.

He was still holding my hand when he asked how I got to the party.

“I told you already; I have friends. I don’t need Daisy to help me.”

Dash pinched the bridge of his nose. “Great, you’re one of those types.”

“What type?”

“The kind you never shuts up.”

“I’m not a slut.” I jerked my hand away from his, and lost my balance. I don’t know what happened, but I was giggling looking up to Dash from the ground.

“I didn’t say you were a slut.”

I couldn’t stop giggling.

“Are you okay?” He knelt down to me.

I still couldn’t answer because I was laughing so hard.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Dash picked me up fireman style and carried me to Dart’s car.

“Where’s the bike?”

“Dart has it tonight.” He put my feet on the ground, opened the door, and helped me in. “So, don’t you dare puke in this car.”

I giggled the entire drive and didn’t stop until he pulled in the driveway and asked, “You and Daisy still fighting?”

“Oh, I guess you could say that. Can you tell if she’s over there?”

Dash looked over at me. “I’m not sure. Why don’t you come inside, and you can clean up?”

“I look fine.”

“Really?” He flipped the visor down, and the bright light revealed the leaves in my hair and the dirt on my face.

“I’m going for an earthy look,” I lied.

This made Dash laugh as he got out of the car. He helped me out and held my hand, keeping me upright as we went through the house to his room.

I didn’t fully comprehend what was happening, because my eyes kept closing on their own. Dash sat me down on the bed; I couldn’t even force my eyes open at that moment. I heard him moving around, and it wasn’t until I felt a cool washcloth touch my face, did I become more alert.

Dash was in front of me, shirtless, on his knees. When did he take his shirt off?

“Wow, you’re as fucking hot as a male model,” I blurted out.

“Thanks,” he wasn’t fazed by the comment.

I studied his Greek godlike abs, hard pecs, and strong arms. My eyes caught the tattoo on the left side of his chest. It was three ravens perched on a branch.

“Nevermore,” I said.

Dash looked into my eyes, not saying anything.

“I have a tattoo, too.” I pulled back from his hand, taking off my shirt.

“Garnet,” he was going to yell at me but stopped. His eyes widened when he saw the tattoo. “Wow,” he breathed out.

“I love it, but Daisy hates it.” Looking down, I smiled.

The large raven wings stretched under both of my breast. The head was right in the middle of my breastbone. The bird rested on a bed of roses and below that, in perfect script, was my favorite quote:

never to suffer would never to have been blessed

“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Dash continued to stare.

“Thanks.” I put my shirt back on. “I need to go.” I could hear the slurring of my words, but I wasn’t sure if he understood what I meant.

“You’re fine. Stay,”