Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,75
the night, and then made plans to get my hands on more. A hangover was worth it. Anything was worth being able to shut out the memories that kept me from sleeping. From smiling.
He’d taken enough from me, and I wouldn’t let him take any more.
“Whoa, baby. I never knew she had hips, let alone knew how to shake ’em,” a masculine voiced called.
My hips slowing, I narrowed my eyes at the voice, then crooked a finger. He’d do. There was something to be said about seeking distraction with another human being, and I felt that rush as Danny approached. Felt it sweep through me like a drug wrapped in promise.
Maybe I couldn’t do what Dash had done to me, but I didn’t need to go that far to aid in my quest of distraction and forgetting.
His hands hit my waist, and his breath stank of beer as he lowered his head, his hands squeezing. “You smell good for a drunken dancer,” he said.
“And if I didn’t?” I purred, unsure if I was successful but not caring.
The timbre to his voice changed, became rougher, as he rushed out, “I probably wouldn’t care. Just looking at you is making me hard.”
Game, set, and match. I grabbed his face, my body and lips swaying into his, and then he was pulled away. “Hey, what the fuck?”
“Go prey on someone who’s not trashed out of their minds,” Raven said, shoving Danny away when he made to move back to me.
Danny looked at me, and I winked, taking another drink from the glass bottle in my hand. It burned going down, but it was a nice match to the one residing in my chest. “Come find me later, Peggy.”
I probably wouldn’t, but I smiled anyway and ignored the glare Raven was sending me. “Pegs,” he said, plucking the bottle from my hand. He turned to Daphne, but she was ready, hands on her hips and her arched brow daring him to say something to her.
He turned to me. “What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like?” I said, laughing as I tried to yank the bottle back from him.
He tucked it behind his back. “It looks like you’re drunk as hell and acting nothing like you usually would.”
I jumped, trying to reach it when he raised it over his head. “Dang it, you’re too tall. Just give it back; it’s not funny anymore.”
“It won’t be funny when you wake up tomorrow.”
My hands met my hips. “I’m having fun. Is that not allowed?”
Daphne crossed the sand. “Come on, Pegs. You are getting too drunk, and I’m bored. Let’s just head home.”
“No,” I snapped, backing up a step. “You can go, but I’m staying.”
Mom didn’t even know I was here, but I was eighteen, for Christ’s sake. I could go to a party if I wanted to.
Raven sighed, then pulled out his phone. “What are you doing?”
He paused with it halfway to his ear. “Calling in reinforcements.”
“Like who?” Please don’t say Dash. Please don’t say Dash. I didn’t know where he was. No one did, but I wouldn’t put it past him to finally answer his phone at the most inconvenient of times.
But then I stopped. “You know what? Go right ahead.”
Daphne trailed me as I moved up the grassy sand, grabbing my flip-flops. “Are you calling an Uber?”
“I’ll walk.”
Raven caught up, then walked on ahead, and I wasn’t sure how he’d gotten to the top of the grassy knoll so fast. “Let’s go, ladies. It’s getting late.”
“Ugh. We don’t need an escort.”
Daphne pressed her phone to her ear. “You take her home. I’m not walking.”
Raven smirked but waited for me to catch up.
“I’ll text you tomorrow.”
In answer, I flipped Daphne off for aiding the end to my fun and shoved my sandy feet into my flip-flops.
“If you say his name, I’ll punch you in the stomach,” I warned Raven as we headed down the street.
We crossed it, then skirted through an alleyway to the adjacent street. “Wasn’t going to say anything. Haven’t heard from him in almost a week anyway.”
A week? I’d almost said it out loud but stopped myself. Don’t ask, don’t ask. “Where the hell is he?” I fisted my hands. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.”
“Sure, you don’t.” He sighed, reaching into his pocket to check his phone. “And none of us know. But we’ll find him if he keeps hiding.”
I didn’t want to talk about him. A dark cloud funneled through me, polluting my insides at the thought of him partying