Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,59

times before and have never fumbled over myself like this before.

The nausea creeps up again and I slam my hand over my mouth, leaning back against the wall and taking slow, deep breaths to try and keep it down. The last thing I want is for my whole senior class to remember me as the chick who couldn’t control herself at the graduation party and ruined it by throwing up all through the hallway.

“King?” I call out, briefly remembering that he was supposed to be here. “King?”

I study the faces of everyone, looking at them closely, but all their features begin to blur together. Where is King? He was supposed to be here.

I push myself off the wall and start making my way back down the hallway, but there are people everywhere, bumping into my shoulders and standing in my way. I run headfirst into a platinum blonde and spill her drink all over her dress, and as her head snaps up, I groan.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sara snaps, looking down at her ruined dress before looking at me more closely, and for once in my life, I’m actually happy to see the bitch. “Like seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? You look like shit.”

Her friends laugh but she narrows her eyes, ignoring them. I shake my head. “I … um … King. Where’s King?”

Sara watches me for a second, her eyes focused way too hard on mine before a smile pulls at her lips. “Come on,” she says, looping her arm through mine and turning back the other way. “My phone is in a room back here. We can call him.”

Relief rushes through me as Sara drags me away, holding me up and promising that she’ll find the boys. With every step I take, my body gets heavier and harder to hold up, and when she finally finds the door to a secret room and pushes through it, I’ve never felt so happy.

The door closes behind us with a bang and Sara instantly switches on the light before helping me across the room. She lets go of me and I fall onto a hard bench, my ass hitting it with a heavy bang.

I groan, really having to fight to hold myself up. “Phone?” I mutter, my eyelids getting too heavy to keep open.

“Yeah, I’m finding it,” Sara tells me, her voice coming like a soft whisper as she steps right up in front of me and reaches for my black leather jacket. “Are you hot? We should take this off.”

I nod. How did she know? It really is hot in here. It must be all the bodies.

Sara draws my jacket down my arms and I tip my head back as I close my eyes, trying to block out all the dizziness. The darkness quickly spreads and I drop down, my back hitting the bench as my mind quickly fades, desperately needing to find the sweet silence of unconsciousness.

Something soft hits my neck and I tilt my head, opening up for more. Fuck that feels nice. Different, but nice. A soft groan pulls from deep within me as I get on board with this dream.

A hand takes my waist, slipping up under my tank, and if my limbs weren’t so heavy, I’d be pulling him closer, needing him to touch me more and make me feel alive. The softness at my neck is there again, and a breathy sigh slips from my lips, wanting more. The hand on my waist pushes my tank up and starts exploring my body.

The hand is small and not as rough as I’m used to. It’s almost sweet … sensual. I didn’t know the boys had it in them, but I’m here for it. I bet it’s Cruz. Only he can be this sweet.

Lips hit mine with a yummy cherry flavor and I open my mouth, wanting more of his sweetness as his tongue slips into my mouth.

I groan low. I want more. So much more.

I try to open my eyes. I want to see him. I want to watch him work my body, but it’s too hard. My eyes are too heavy. My whole body is heavy, and I know that the second I open my eyes, the dizziness will return, and my whole world will implode.

My tank is pushed over my head and I try to help Cruz to take it off, but my arms won’t work. I can’t help him, but I don’t need to. Cruz knows