Page 67 of Secret Obsession
But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t so much as hesitate.
The next song is slower. Miles pulls me close and spins me around, grinding my ass against his groin. It reminds me of the last time we were at the club together. Nottogether-together. But… dancing. Like this.
“Relax,” he says in my ear.
Hard to, when the last time ended in murder.
Fuck.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on the music. But his hands are getting to me. They haven’t so much as moved from my sides, but his hot palms are burning my skin.
“Drinks,” Thalia calls. She’s managed to hold on to four of them. “Next round is on you, if you wanted to partake.”
I nod and take a glass from her fingers. Whatever she got, it seems to be an orange or pink color. The lighting makes it hard to know a hundred percent. But there’s no ice in it.
Drink it slow. I didn’t think to bring my wallet on this crusade. It’s still in my bag, which is most likely in Violet’s bedroom. The bartender might still have one of my credit cards, actually. I don’t remember getting it the last time… although I don’t remember if I had even started a tab.
The drink is inches from my lips when Miles plucks it from my hand. I follow it, craning around in time to watch him swallow the whole thing like a freaking shot.
He makes a face. “It was fruity.”
My mouth drops open. “It wasmine.”
“I’ll buy you another one.”
He shifts me into the circle, closer to Thalia, and disappears. I watch him go, and my stomach swoops. Thalia grabs my hand. And then Aspen takes my other one. Violet is suddenly in front of me, and I tear my attention away from the path Miles cut through the dancing people.
Fuck him anyway.
We dance and dance until my hair is stuck to my face with sweat and my throat is dry again. Miles reappears just in time, and he hands me a shot glass. He has one, too. I sniff it, pleasantly surprised at the sharp vodka scent.
We cheers, and I down it. He smirks at me, then disappears again.
Whatever.
More dancing. More spinning. The room is wobbling a bit, not that it matters. I like this floating feeling, because for once, nothing seems sad.
I’m not sad.
“Here.” Miles steps up behind me and winding his arm around me.
He holds a larger glass, and I freaking sniff it again. Vodka. Easy. I take a sip and grimace. Then another, and another. It gets easier to drink it down.
“Are you drugging me?” I ask, leaning back on him.
“No.” His voice curls in my ear, followed a split second later by his lips. “No, Willow, I wouldn’t resort to drugging you to fuck you. Haven’t I proved that already?”
I shiver.
He lifts the now-empty glass from my hand and shoves it into a passerby’s chest. He spins me away from my friends. Toward the bathrooms, and the shadows.
I dig my heels in. “Where are we going?”
“Easy, wild one.”
He still propels me forward, ignoring the way my shoes slide across the floor. Until we’re in an alcove all of our own, hidden nearly out of sight. His hands run up my legs, dragging my dress higher, and suddenly there’s air on my ass.
I suck in a breath and glance over my shoulder.
