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Still smiling, still holding my hand close to his face, he grazed my knuckles with his teeth. “You know what I mean.”
My cheeks were scalding hot, my mind working frantically as Will took me into the living room. A bad girl? What the hell did he— Oh.
He smelled…me. My scent. The dampness on my underwear as I’d pulled them down.
I wanted to sink into the floor.
But he couldn’t possibly—
The living room was full, and all the furniture was white. Candles flickered, the lights low. Music played, loud, vying with the voices.
“Will!” Some guy roared from a couch. “Saved you a seat.”
There was exactly one spot open on the couch beside him, with room for one person. One lean, lithe person. Every other available space was covered and squished with people.
I followed awkwardly as Will led me to the couch. He settled himself down, stretching out his long legs, and patted his lap, looking up at me expectantly.
He couldn’t be serious. I kept hearing Beth’s voice in the powder room. You’re related, aren’t you?
But no one was paying attention, there was nowhere else to sit, and I wanted to stay close to Will in here. He was my only connection.
Nervously, I perched on his lap.
“That’s a girl.” He pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my waist.
There were drinks. There was cocaine. I’d never done it, never seen it outside of movies, never tried anything harder than pot with Ivy, twice. But I recognized the white powder on the glass coffee table that the people around us scraped into lines with razor blades and snorted through a rolled-up dollar bill.
Material. It’s all material for your article. Just watch and observe.
I was detached. I was a reporter. I wouldn’t be scared.
I tried to find a decent position on Will’s lap, but my tight dress hampered my movements. He pulled me firmly against him, my back to his chest.
“You’re uncomfortable,” he murmured. “Let’s fix that.”
There was a tug at my back. Inch by inch, my zipper came down.
“Will!” I protested. But sweet relief rushed in. I could finally, fully breathe.
He laughed. “Stay here. No one will know but us.” His hand was on my thigh, gently rubbing. Sparks shot upward, concentrating in my crotch.
My dress was fully unzipped now. The back was hidden by Will as I leaned against his chest. My front was covered, but the purple satin cups puckered around my small breasts, exposing the soft slopes.
“It’s time, Andie,” Will murmured, his lips grazing my ear. “It’s our time.”
Holding me firmly around the waist, he leaned forward to accept a dollar bill, rolled into a tube. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against my ass. His free hand played with my hair, running his fingers through the tangled red strands.
It was too much. It was all too much.
My stomach was tight and knotted and I didn’t know what to do with myself except jump up and push through all the glittering, bright-eyed people to dash out the door and into the open air.
I held my dress to my chest as I ran.
Beyond the pool, the patio and the tennis courts, the line of lights faded into darkness and whispering trees. Woods edged this property — the only thing it had in common with my home.
I darted between oaks and sycamores. That felt safer. Among trees, I could breathe. I might be miles away from my own life and everything I knew, but in a forest, I was on familiar ground. Even though my innocent hope of running away with Will at age fifteen seemed young and silly now.
But when I slowed, doubled over and panting for breath, footsteps sounded behind me. A branch cracked. I jumped and whirled to face Will.
