Chapter 29

MILA

Someone holdsup a ladle and nods at me.

"Please," I say. "Watch this."

I drop my cup into the large punchbowl and scoop up a full cup of foamy, red liquid.

I don't know what the flavor is supposed to be, but all I taste is alcohol. All kinds of alcohol mixed together.

The drink is designed to mess things up as fast as possible.

Which is exactly what I'm looking for right now.

Hands slip around my body and pick me up for a second.

Ward lets out a barking dog sound.

"You're so fucking sexy when you're like this," he says to me.

He puts me down and I turn to face him.

There's no music playing in the kitchen but I start swaying my hips.

Thrusting at Ward. Grinding on Ward.

"What has gotten into you?" Ward asks. "I love it."

"It's college," I say. "We have to party, right?"

Ward's eyes light up.

Of course he likes this side of me. I'm matching his insanity with partying and drinking. And why not? What else is there to do?

"Carry me," I call out and jump.

Ward catches me.

I throw my head back and laugh.

I take a big gulp of the magic punch.

My throat and stomach are on fire some more.

It's so disgusting, yet so good.

Ward turns and starts to run through the frat house.

"Pool!" Ward cries out. "We've got a swimmer!"

I gasp… panic hits me…

He takes me outside.

There's a chant of pool! kicking up.

I wiggle out of Ward's arms.

I'm standing next to a pool.

There's probably fifty people staring at me.

I look at Ward. "Swimming with me?"

"Where has this version of you always been?" Ward asks.

I stumble a little closer to him. "Confusion, Ward. Fucking confusion."

"What does that mean?" Ward asks.

I let out a playful scream and reach into my pocket to quickly toss Ward my phone before I jump into the pool.

Fully clothed. Drink in hand.

I hit the water. I sink for a second.

I pop back out of the water and scream again.

Everyone is cheering for me.

So this is what a stupid college party is like? You just drink yourself into doing dumb things? For some cheers? That's it?

One thing I know for sure… no matter how much I drink, I don't feel any better about life.

I swim to the edge and climb out of the pool.

Regret hits me but I have to shake it away.

I'm here to party! I'm here to forget!

"You're a rock star tonight," Ward says to me.

I take my phone back from him. With my other hand I grab the back of his neck and jump to my toes and pull him close for a kiss.

Ward and I kiss for a second.

Then I say, "Let's get out of here."

"You want to leave the party? Why?"

"Let's go to my dorm so you can fuck me," I say.

Now those words have to be heaven for a guy like Ward.

He smiles and grabs my hand.

Next thing I know we're running…

Running back through the frat house.

Running through the open front door and outside.

The air hits me, then I'm soaked and I'm cold and shivery and my skin is breaking out in goosebumps.

But we're just kind of jogging.

Drunk.

Stumbling.

Bumping into each other.

I giggle.

Ward doesn't laugh or anything.

He seems very serious at the moment.

I realize just how drunk he really is.

I'm good. I'm drunk, sure, but I'm not going to throw up or pass out.

Sleep this feeling off. Have some strong coffee in the morning. And right back to normal.

Ward and I end up going back to my dorm and before the door lock clicks all the way, I'm grabbing for him.

I just need to be touched right now. I need to feel someone right now. I need hands on my body. I need a tongue teasing my nipples. I need to feel a cock sliding between my legs…

I grab for Ward's cock, over his jeans, and I groan.

I kiss his neck.

He groans.

I grab his hands and place them on my hips.

Let's go, Ward. Strip me naked and fuck me.

I'm so ready… I'm dripping… and not just my wet clothes from jumping in the pool either.

That magic punch has done its job for sure on me.

"I'm soaked, Ward," I tease.

"Yes, you are," he says. "We should take… these clothes off…"

He steps back and pulls at me.

We end up stumbling our way to my bedroom.

Ward tries to take my shirt off, but it's clinging to my body.

I push at Ward and he falls down onto my bed.

I grab the bottom of my shirt and wrestle it up.

To me, I'm shaking my hips and I'm teasing the hell out of Ward.

I even turn around.

I keep wiggling my hips and finally get my shirt off.

Next, I reach back for my bra.

I just need someone to touch me right now. I just need to feel… needed…

I drop my bra to the floor.

It falls on top of my shirt.

I look down at myself.

My breasts. My nipples. They're hard. Perked. Tight. Little nubs…

"How does this look?" I ask as I turn around.

I reach for my breasts, ready to play with them in front of Ward…

But Ward is asleep.

His left leg dangles off my bed.

His hands are behind his head.

He's… out cold…

I don't want to accept that as an answer.

I reach forward and place my hand against his cock.

Over his jeans.

I push. I grip.

He's not even hard. He's soft…

I swallow hard.

I slide my hand up and grab the top of his jeans.

I give a tug.

"Wake up and fuck me, Ward," I purr. "I'm so wet for you."

Ward just snores. Literally snores.

I take my hand away from him.

I step back.

I shiver.

All of a sudden I feel gross. I feel dirty.

I think about the pool water on my clothes and my clothes clinging to my skin.

I no longer want to be topless… not that it matters.

Nobody is looking at me!

Ward lets out a groaning snore and I know he's done for the night.

That's his drunken snore.

His cue that any chance of having sex has gone out the window.

My teeth begin to chatter.

I'm drunk.

I need to wash this night away.

I gently stumble to the bathroom to take a hot shower… alone.