Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,67

between us. The pain in my scalp turns into delicious pleasure, and I realize that I may very well have some masochistic tendencies.

When the water goes cold, Raz and I move to the twin bed downstairs. It's in the corner of a sitting room with a whole wall of shelves filled with German-themed knickknacks. It seems like a weird place for a bed, but since this is an Airbnb and guests always seem to want more beds, my aunt put one in this little nook.

It's a cozy place to spend some time naked—even if that time is with Theodore Rasmus Loveren aka Raz. His nude body is all the hell over me, thrusting between my thighs, our fingers tangled together, his mouth claiming mine.

He's a strangely skilled and possessive sort of lover, leaving me in a panting sprawl beside him, the sheets a mess of our mingled juices as Raz cracks the window next to the bed and lights up a joint he dug out of his pants pocket. He exhales smoke out the window before turning back and passing the joint my direction. I’m surprised he was even able to light it, considering how wet it was.

Our fingers brush, sending an electric tingle through me as I sit up, tugging one of my aunt's quilts over my body to hide it from Raz's view. Him looking at me now is nothing like being naked when we're both sweaty and swept away by hormones. I feel our old dynamic locking into place between us like an iron gate and open my lips, desperate to break old habits.

“It's like nine o'clock,” Raz says, before I get a chance. “We could head back to the party.” He reaches up and, for the first time since we got here, pushes his mask up his face to sit in his still-wet dirty blonde hair. “Sonja is blowing up my fucking phone.”

“We could head back to the party,” I suggest, biting my lower lip and looking down at my fingers twined together on the blanket. This might be business as usual for Raz, but this is only my third time having sex. It’s all still new to me, and I’m struggling a bit. “Or we could stay here.” I pull in a drag on the joint and pass it back, being careful to keep my fingers to myself this time.

“You want to stay here?” Raz asks, clarifying as he turns to look at me, his red eyes catching a bit of silver moonlight and shining like the eyes of a demon. I move my own mask up my face to sit in my tangled hair. “With me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I'll make new coffee,” I blurt, taking the quilt with me as I stand up and pad into the kitchen. Oddly enough, he follows me, still smoking the joint, still naked as the day he was born. He doesn't seem to give a shit, yanking out a chair from the table and folding himself into it with every bit of arrogance and self-aggrandizing privilege as usual.

“What is it with you and coffee? That's what people in their thirties do—go out for coffee on a date. We should be shooting targets in the woods with a Glock and fucking in the mud.” Raz takes another drag on the joint as I turn and cock a questioning brow at him. He isn't looking at me though, content to glare out the window with narrowed bloodred eyes.

“Who said this was a date?” I ask, my feet kicking up clouds of coffee grounds as I move around the kitchen. Can't possibly forget we had an actual fight just a few hours ago. “We're just … hanging out.”

Raz throws his head back in a braying laugh, shaking it in disbelief as he drops his chin and smirks at me.

“Yeah? Like you hung out with Calix? Is it that easy for you?”

My hand squeezes tight around the handle of the coffeepot as I dump the liquid from earlier and start fresh.

“Rich of you to judge me like that, considering I've only ever slept with Calix once.” I pour the coffee grounds in and press the start button, using one hand to hold my quilt up. “And then you once. That's the extend of my sexcapades. What about you?”

“Me? I'm a virgin,” Raz says with absolutely no truth in his voice whatsoever. There's something else there though, something he's trying to hide from me by being a prick. Surprise.