Thirty-Two
Skye
We got wasted.
I totally obliterated my senses with alcohol and music and, god, what else? I couldn’t even remember. Snapshots of the night tore through me the next morning. Of our laughter, of me dancing with Leo, of Hunter flipping through songs with a cigarette hung loosely in his mouth.
I remembered staring into his brown eyes.
Remembered the azure eyes of Leo, too, looking back at me, watching me.
I drowned in them both, intoxicated by the alcohol—intoxicated by them.
Until we wound up stumbling to the king-sized bed, collapsing on the cool sheets, sheets that already smelled of Leo from the night before. I remembered reaching out to Leo, then reaching out to Hunter. At some point, both my hands were wrapped around one of theirs.
We chatted in the darkness with the lights out, drunk and mumbling and being completely incoherent, until we simply responded with soft grunts.
I twisted and turned, trying to get comfortable.
I edged closer to Leo, until he twisted his head to look at me, his nose lightly grazing mine. I giggled for no reason—because drunk Skye was a giggling fucking idiot. Then I pulled away and twisted around, coming close to Hunter. The moonlight streamed through the giant windows, offering enough light to see Hunter staring up at the ceiling, an unreadable expression on his face.
I said something to him.
What did I say?
Whatever it was, it caused him to turn his head to me, to lean in lightly to my level, to rub his nose against mine. I felt Leo’s hand swallowing my hip, felt its heat as I brushed my lips against Hunter’s mouth.
Oh, my God.
No, I did not. I didnot, Skye—
But I did.
And Hunter…His breath ripped out of him in a rush, his lips moved against my own, soft and wet. I made a sound at the back of my throat, my body tightened, my core pulsed. He slipped his tongue against mine, and this time my breath came out in a heavy exhale that had him clenching my hand tightly.Squeeze, squeeze.Our unspoken language.
Then I twisted again, heady and hot as lava, returning to Leo who was suddenly tugging against my hip, his grip possessive. I pressed my forehead against his as he tightened his hold around me, his mouth practically ghosting mine in lighter strokes that made the fire in my veins burn hotter. I felt my tongue slip out to graze along my lips, when Leo snatched it between his lips, tasting me. My head swam, my body quivered—
I fell asleep wrapped around Leo feeling Hunter’s eyes at the back of my head.
Opening my eyes now, I looked around me, at the tangled sheets, empty.
My head ached so badly, pulsing with every thump of my heartbeat. I slipped out of bed, feet padding across the floor and to the bathroom.
The sun was out, but it was obscured behind a cloudy sky, casting the room in dim light. I went to the toilet, washed my heads, idly wondered why the cabin was so still.
Where were the guys?
I hovered there for a while, washing my face next as I continued reliving those snapshots of last night.
I kissed them.
I kissed them both.
It wasn’t like before, hidden kisses from one boy to the next.
No, I’d done this in the open, tobothof them, at thesame time.
Dread coiled in the pit of my stomach, and fear, too. Because I shouldn’t have done that, and yet in the moment—in my drunken, clouded state—it had felt right.