Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,108

I hear Lips mumbling to herself which calms some of my worry down, but the moment I get a look at her, I don’t know if I should laugh or call Avery to get a nurse sent up because Lips is… so ridiculously high. She’s lying on her bed in one of her oversized men’s shirts and her thrashing around has pushed it up over her hips to reveal the tiniest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen. I’m instantly hard, and I have to take a second to remember she’s clearly drugged to her eyeballs and off-limits, because she’s stroking the fucking bed and talking to herself.

“Only Avery has keys. Avery bought me these sheets. She’s so nice. I think about telling her that.”

Fucking hell. I try not to startle her as I answer, “You’re not thinking anything, you’re speaking. How fucking high are you?”

Her eyes pop open but they stay fixed to the ceiling. “That’s not Avery’s voice.”

Fuck, this is too much for me to handle right now. She’s too… sweet, too freaking innocent like this which is beyond weird. “No shit. She’s still got exams so I came up to check that you’re okay. She told me to force the pills down your throat but it looks like you’ve got that under control.”

Her eyes squeeze shut but that mouth of hers just keeps running. “Nope. I cannot have Blaise in this room while I’m off my tits. Bad idea. I can’t have him around until I’m back… on my tits. Or whatever the opposite of this is.”

My dick is definitely mistaking this as dirty talk, and I need to shut it down fast.

Nothing will do that like talking to Avery’s condescending ass, so I need to get Lips tucked into bed to give her a call. “Stop saying tits. Look, I can’t leave you here like this. Fuck knows what you could end up doing to yourself. Stop stroking the sheets, it’s… kinda hot and I’m feeling like a perv watching you. Just get in the bed.”

She lies there like a plank of wood, and I have no choice but to gently maneuver her between the sheets. “In, Lips. Get in bed. Fucking hell, here.”

She shivers and then seals her mouth shut, slapping a hand over it like she knows just how deep she can dig herself into trouble right now, and I can’t help but huff out a laugh at her as I tuck her in like a child.

Then I climb up onto the bed with her, sitting on the sheets because sliding between them would be more torture than I want to endure right now. Once I’m comfortable I get my phone out and give Avery a call. She’ll be on her way to her next class by now and I’d rather have a three minute conversation than spend three hours messaging her reassurances.

“Have you ever seen Lips high before? It’s adorable.”

Avery huffs down the line at me. “Cut your shit, Morrison, is she okay?”

“She’s fine but I’m not leaving her.”

I can hear Ash talking in the background but not what he’s saying, and then Avery says, “Where is she right now? If she’s that… high then you need to have eyes on her because she might hurt her leg more if you don’t.”

“She’s in bed.” I glance over but Lips is still just lying there, her hand tight over her mouth as she watches me. Her phone buzzes on the nightstand, but she ignores it.

“Okay. Okay, fine, I’ll get you out of your classes today, and we can figure tomorrow out if she’s still in pain.”

I couldn’t give less of a fuck about what I’m supposed to be doing right now. “I’ve finished my exams, I’ll email the rest of my classes for the day and tell them I have a migraine or whatever.”

Avery hums under her breath, and I hear Ash murmur a goodbye to her as he drops her off to her class and heads off to his own. She waits a second like she’s making sure he can’t hear her and then murmurs, “Are you sure she’s okay? If she’s too loopy I should come up and check her out.”

I glance over again, but she’s still just watching me. “I swear to you, she’s fine, she’s just off her tits. Her words, not mine.”

She chuckles. “Of course she is. Fine. I’ll be up as soon as I’m done with exams.”

“Okay, bye.”

I chuck my phone onto Lips’ nightstand with hers and then move