“Damion’s thingy,” Kiara burst out in laughter. “Bet it’s an impressive thingy … ” I snort, and snicker and howl as I crack up all hysterically just at the thought of a penis, something I’ve only seen in pictures.
“Shush!” Kiara puts a finger on my lips. “We don’t want that Ren and his buddies to find us.” I slow down to a giggle and then I start having hiccups. I slap a hand over my mouth. I really don’t want any of them to find us.
I move my head until our noses touch.
“You have such pretty skin … (hic)”
“I know,” she lispers. We might have overdone it a little. This would be our second time. In Europe, the age limit for consuming alcohol is only 18 … so naturally we went to clubs and pubs … and one time got rather smashed with some girls from Russia.
“Kiara I think I’m drunk …” Is it just me or does my voice sound louder than usual? Kiara starts giggling and spits out some of the Kahlua-induced ice cream. She wipes her mouth with her sleeve.
“Me too,” Kiara says, “It must be something in the air.” She swirls a finger around our heads like a broken helicopter. She’s clever my friend. But she’s wrong.
“I think it’s the ice cream.” She stares into the tub for a bit.
“This doesn’t look very healthy.”
The door opens, Logan straddle-falls in and lands distorted on the sofa. He looks wasted. Or half dead. He burbs and points a finger at me.
“Hey … (hic) … Sis, I … (hic) love you, baby,” he hiccups out a laugh and I swear his eyes are skewed. He points at Kiara. “And I love you (hic) too, Cuz.”
“Ha … ha …” Kiara titters. “See it is the air. He didn’t have ice cream.” She spreads out her arms, wide to the side, and hits me on my nose. I start laughing again thinking she must be right.
Damion fills the doorway and leans against the frame. He looks big and bad and mean and sexy.
Kiara giggles some more and points a finger at Damion, “We were just talking about you!”
“Yeah … you have shitty taste in love, dude.” I think I lost my mind.
“What she said,” Kiara is still pointing at him.
Damion closes the door and locks it. He’s smiling like that purple cat from Wonderland.
Logan bolts up and starts to gag, holding his hand over his mouth.
“Don’t puke in my room!” But Damion is already carrying him into my bathroom.
“Let’s go, bro.” I hear him say and then the water starts running. I jump from the bed, stumble a little to regain my balance, and then walk slowly towards the bathroom door. I peek around it.
“Why are you getting married to that bitch?” I ask, a small voice inside me saying that drunk blabbering is never a good idea. But a louder voice pushes me to have my say.
“Who?” he asks with that low, raspy, smooth voice. He puts my brother into the shower. Logan is now dressed in only his underwear. Damion has removed his shirt and is left in his jeans. Oh hell. I think I lost my tongue.
“Chloe?” I blink. How does he know? I stare at that sculpted chest.
“Yeah.” My voice sounds hoarse. “You should not.”
“Okay, I won’t. I promise,” he giggles. Does he find this funny?
“Tell him about D,” Kiara shouts from the bed, hugging a pillow. Yeah. I’m getting to that. I hold up my finger and then point it at him. He shuts the water and lifts Logan into the empty bath.
“Damion.”
“That’s me.” He has such a nice smile. The best.
“That’s not right,” I now point at the bath, “You should put water in there … and bubbles … lots of bubbles.”
“He’s a guy. And guys don’t do bubbles,” he explains calmly. That makes sense. You learn something new each day.
He gets up and leads me back to the bed. I let him. I slide a finger over his ribs.
“You were going to tell me about D. Who’s D?” Dammit. I forgot about that.
“Yes.” He bends down and covers me with the quilt. I push my nose into his throat and wheeze in his scent.
“You smell so good … (hic) … ” The little hiccup was not planned. Neither was the sniffing. It’s so embarrassing.
“D sent you a message,” Kiara reminds me.
“Yes. That!” I point at my friend with a big smile. “D is my new stalker, and I think maybe it’s you. Because YOU … ” I poke him in the chest with my finger, “You, Damion Grimm is my curse! And … and … (hic) … ” Dammit. He frowns so prettily. Like a little boy. But he’s not a little boy.
“You’re a dick … a big big dick.”
“Huge.” Kiara helps out from the side.
“Not that you have a big dick …” I take over again. “Maybe you have because … because I would not know how big is a big dick …” Am I slurring my words. I look at Kiara to help a sister out.
“She hasn’t seen any dicks,” Kiara spills. I’m not sure that’s what I needed help with, but then again, maybe it is.
“Yes. Zilch … zero … not even one.” Wait. Not a good idea to point that out.
“That’s sad … so sad,” Kiara whimpers and closes her eyes.
“Forget the dicks. It’s not about dicks. It’s about … you … make my hypo … eh … hypopotamus confused and then it makes too many hormones … and all I can think about is …” I wiggle my finger for him to come closer and he does. “Sex,” I whisper in his face.
He lets out a soft choked laugh and I forget what I was about to say next. I look into his face. It’s a gorgeous face, truly, with those hypnotic apple eyes, and that scar on his left temple. My eyes move to his mouth. That stupid bloody mouth with its crooked smile and single dimple. I lick my lips.
“I think you should try to sleep,” his voice is hoarse.