“Good question.” I swore they were in my pocket. “Check my pockets.” I spin around and stick my butt out at him. He raises a brow and delicately pats the back of my pants.
“I should spank your ass for getting drunk like this.” His voice has a hard edge that makes me wet between my thighs. I like it when he talks all threatening and dirty. I like the way his eyes darken when he stares at me.
“You gonna ground me too?” I lick my lips and grin over my shoulder.
“No. You’re going to go to my room and wait for me to find your keys so I can drive you back to campus. You’re drunk.”
I grab his mouth and squish his lips together. “You’re going to go to my room and wait like a good girl, Liri,” I mock, and he knocks my hand away. I follow him back down the hallway, and he takes my hand, and I smile at the way his touch feels. “Butterflies,” I whisper to myself.
“You are the worst drunk on the planet,” he grumbles and pushes me down on his bed by my shoulder. “Stay here.” He pauses at the door.
I follow his gaze to my cleavage. I poke my boob and it jiggles. I laugh. “My boobs look pretty, don’t they, Killian?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, and I think he’s mad at me. I don’t want him to be mad at me. “There’s a trash can next to my desk. If you get sick use it.”
“Yes, sir.”
I lay back on his bed and snuggle down into his blankets. God his bed smells amazing like him. I want to roll around on his sheets so the smell will rub off on me and I will smell like him. I giggle to myself at the thought. I roll around on his bed but that makes the liquid in my belly swish and I don’t like it.
I get up and nose around his room, looking for my necklace. He better not have thrown it away. It feels like he has been gone forever. I don’t want to sit here by myself. Screw that. I’m not a kid who is in trouble and being punished. I make my way down the stairs and hear a commotion coming from the kitchen. I push my way through the crowd and see Killian yelling in Woodrow’s face. Liam is trying to get between them, and Hayley grabs my arm. ‘There you are,” she hisses. “I’ve been looking for you. Why is Killian pissed at Woodrow about you?”
“Because he played with my quarters or maybe I played with his.” I laugh.
“By quarters you mean money, right?”
“What else would I be talking about?” I sway. “Why are they fighting?”
Hayley rolls her eyes. “You are trashed.”
“I am?” I look down at my clothes. “I like this outfit and you picked it out.”
Hayley laughs. “Wow. No wonder Killian came down here like a wild man and started swinging.”
“I don’t want him to fight.” I pull away from Hayley and stalk over to Killian. “Hey!” I yell and tap his shoulder.
He spins around at me. “I told you to stay upstairs,” he snaps.
“You tell me a lot of things. Take me back to your room and spank me.” Laughter erupts and Killian’s face goes so red I think it may pop off.
“Yeah take your girlfriend upstairs and spank her,” some guy yells.
“What he said,” I say on a hiccup. Then I grip the counter and stick my butt out. Killian looks at me and warmth fills my lower belly. I wink at him. “I’m waiting.”
Killian lifts me up over his shoulder, cheers erupt, and he packs me back to his room. He tosses me on the bed gently, and I grab hold of his shirt trying to pull him down with me.
“Liri, stop,” he warns.
“Why?”
“You’re drunk and out of control. You don’t know what you’re saying or doing. Tomorrow you are going to have a wicked hangover and regret a lot of things coming out of your mouth.”
“Will you just lay with me like you did that night outside.” I pout and tug on his shirt again. I wish he’d take it off.
He sighs and drops his forehead to mine. “Yeah.” His grape bubblegum breath washes over my face, and I wish he’d kiss me.
He doesn’t though. He pulls my shoes off and gets into the bed beside me. He’s on his side running his fingers through my hair, and I smile then turn so that my back is to him. I grab his arm and wrap it around me.
“Liri, I can’t. I can’t lay like this with you.”