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He shrugs and I feel his chest rise and fall as he lets out a tired sigh "Dare, I guess"

A devious grin creeps across Delilah’s face and she looks evil in the firelight "I dare you to kissI shouldn’t, because he’s not , and I’m not even sure what I want frolance over at Dylan, who sis and pops the top off another beer

"I don’t care what she fucking does," he says and throws his head back, guzzling the beer

Everyone kind of glances around uncoet up?"

I nod, quickly stand up, and shuffle to the side I consider running out into the crowd, instead of watching, but I can’t determine which one is more painful to endure So I stand there next to the fire, trying not to cry as he makes his way around the fire toward Delilah I can feel Tristan watching ue in anticipation I’ it Is this just a side of her I’ve never seen or is it the drugs, because I’ to understand that they can make a person act completely different frorier Bitchier

Quinton gets to his feet and heads in Delilah’s direction Right as he’s about to reach her, he veers to the left toward the box of alcohol bottles nestled up next to the tent He selects a bottle of cheap vodka, and twists off the cap Putting the bottle to his lips, he bends his head back and knocks back a shot "I’ as the burn of the alcohol gets to his as he sets the bottle back into the box "Your loss"

She grins at me and I don’t knohy, because I really want to hit her And then I realize that the fact that I want to hit herfor Quinton, and I’et up and knock back my own shot, when Quinton walks up to me and holds out his hand

"How about we ditch the gao for a walk?" Quinton asks me with his hand extended out

I nod and laceme a sense of familiarity "Okay"

"Hey," Delilah protests, sitting up straight like she’s about to stand up "We have to finish the gaa Quinton pullhands, and the inside of me feels momentarily peaceful

"Wait," Tristan calls out, as he retrieves his pipe frouys want to smoke a bowl first?"

I start to say yes, but Quinton shakes his head "We’re good"

I get a little annoyed that he says "we’re" as if he’s ainst mine, not cold, which means he’s here With me Not ready to leave Without me

We walk away fro out into the quiet field behind the tents, the one just in front of the forest He finds a rock for us to sit on, and then we cli

"I’ at the fiery glow of the stage lights glea in the distance

I draw a pattern in a patch of dirt beside aze sliding to ainst the darkness and the trickle of light from the full moon "You two are so different How did you becoh so "She was there for me when no one else was"

"That’s kind of hard to believe"

"Well, it’s true" I mull over the question in my head and then finally just say it "Is that why you didn’t kiss her? Because you’re not sure about her?"

"No I’s, and that’s why I didn’t kiss her" He stares down at the section of rock between us where our fingers are only inches away froh"

"Oh yeah, what’s that?" I stare down at our hands, too, so close, yet they still seelances up at lance up at him, and the intensity in his expression thrusts my equilibrium off balance, and I feel dizzy "That I really want to kiss you," he utters softly

"Okay" I blaer response on the alcohol in my system, or perhaps it’s just really what I want at theat the restaurant--"

I crash ht up in the ain and I want to avoid taking a detour down ated a kiss before, and it makes h But soon my emotions calm as we settle on the rock with his body positioned over ue moves slowly, but deliberately as he explores ers slide underneath his shirt He has his knee between s, and with each movement ourbetweensensation erupts all over ainst his abs I feel like I’ out of control like I’et off it Then ers sneak up the bottoto tell him to stop, yet my lips stay sealed to his, because I can’t seem to find the willpower or desire to break the kiss