The Cora Carmack New Adult Boxed Set: Losing It, Keeping Her, Faking It, and Finding It plus bonus material by Cora Carmack
Authors: Cora Carmack
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than guys,” Lindsay pointed out.
Victoria grinned, “Perhaps we should go find Garrick and make him join us.”
I blanched, “No! Absolutely not.”
“God, Bliss, you’re such a prude.”
Kelsey sent me a knowing smile. And I definitely needed that distraction. I reached forward and set the bottle spinning.
It landed on Rusty, and I didn’t even give him a chance to opt out of the kiss. I leaned across the circle, grabbed his collar and pulled him toward me. I was drunk enough that the kiss was a little sloppy, but we were all drunk, so what did it matter? I kissed him for several seconds longer before pushing him back down and sliding back to my seat.
Rusty whistled, “Damn girl. If I weren’t 110% gay, I would ask you out right now.”
I threw my head back and laughed. It felt good to let go.
Rusty went next, and poor Jeremy was the next victim. He grabbed the bottle of vodka and said, “No offense, Rusty, but you’re just not my type.” He smiled, took a big gulp, and then planted a lightning fast peck on Rusty’s lips.
We oooh’ed like middle schoolers.
A knock sounded on the door, and Kelsey hopped up and skipped down the hall. She returned with ten more people from our department.
“You don’t mind, do you?” She asked me. It was just like Kelsey to invite first and get permission later. I shook my head anyway, way past caring.
“Excellent, take your seats ladies and gentlemen. It’s time for some debauchery.”
And there was really no other term for it. In a matter of minutes, I’d seen so many friends making out with friends, regardless of whether they liked each other or drove each other crazy or thought of each other as siblings. For one night we put everything aside and let a bottle of Aquafina determine our lives.
The next time the bottle landed on me, the spinner was a girl. The guys all booed us when we both chose the penalty shot. But they cheered at our peck anyway. Laughing, I spun the bottle again and it landed on Cade.
Cade had that cute boy-next-door look, right down to the boyish grin he fixed on me now. I shrugged and crawled toward him. Kneeling before him, I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned in.
The kiss was just like any other kiss at first . . . and then suddenly it wasn’t. Cade’s hand cradled my head and his other pulled me in at the waist. His lips moved against mine feverishly, desperately, like the world was about to end and this was his last chance at happiness.
The kiss was just hard enough to make warmth uncurl in my stomach, but gentle enough that I felt like I was being worshipped. For a moment, I forgot where I was and who I was with and I just basked in the heat, in the pleasure.
Then someone whistled, and piece-by-piece the world came back to me. I opened my eyes to stare at my friend, who had kissed me like he wanted to be anything but.
I returned to my side of the circle, ignoring my friends’ commentary on the kiss. Dazed and way beyond confused, I retreated into myself through the next few turns.
I could feel eyes on me. Cade’s for sure, probably Kelsey’s, too. But my mind was focused on holding it together, because I was one crack away from disintegrating.
We were drunk. It probably didn’t mean anything. And I was so messed up over Garrick, that I was desperate for contact with anyone. That was it.
It didn’t mean anything.
We’re still friends. Cade and I will always be friends.
I stayed for a few more minutes, until my head was spinning too much for me to ignore. I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach.
I stood and excused myself, telling everyone to stay as long as they’d like. I told them where to find extra blankets and pillows if they wanted to stay and crash, and then I retreated into my bedroom, crawling under the covers, and dropping the forced smile.
I told myself things would be better in the morning.
C HAPTER T HIRTEEN
W HEN MORNING CAME, Kelsey was passed out beside me in bed, and there were five
Victoria grinned, “Perhaps we should go find Garrick and make him join us.”
I blanched, “No! Absolutely not.”
“God, Bliss, you’re such a prude.”
Kelsey sent me a knowing smile. And I definitely needed that distraction. I reached forward and set the bottle spinning.
It landed on Rusty, and I didn’t even give him a chance to opt out of the kiss. I leaned across the circle, grabbed his collar and pulled him toward me. I was drunk enough that the kiss was a little sloppy, but we were all drunk, so what did it matter? I kissed him for several seconds longer before pushing him back down and sliding back to my seat.
Rusty whistled, “Damn girl. If I weren’t 110% gay, I would ask you out right now.”
I threw my head back and laughed. It felt good to let go.
Rusty went next, and poor Jeremy was the next victim. He grabbed the bottle of vodka and said, “No offense, Rusty, but you’re just not my type.” He smiled, took a big gulp, and then planted a lightning fast peck on Rusty’s lips.
We oooh’ed like middle schoolers.
A knock sounded on the door, and Kelsey hopped up and skipped down the hall. She returned with ten more people from our department.
“You don’t mind, do you?” She asked me. It was just like Kelsey to invite first and get permission later. I shook my head anyway, way past caring.
“Excellent, take your seats ladies and gentlemen. It’s time for some debauchery.”
And there was really no other term for it. In a matter of minutes, I’d seen so many friends making out with friends, regardless of whether they liked each other or drove each other crazy or thought of each other as siblings. For one night we put everything aside and let a bottle of Aquafina determine our lives.
The next time the bottle landed on me, the spinner was a girl. The guys all booed us when we both chose the penalty shot. But they cheered at our peck anyway. Laughing, I spun the bottle again and it landed on Cade.
Cade had that cute boy-next-door look, right down to the boyish grin he fixed on me now. I shrugged and crawled toward him. Kneeling before him, I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned in.
The kiss was just like any other kiss at first . . . and then suddenly it wasn’t. Cade’s hand cradled my head and his other pulled me in at the waist. His lips moved against mine feverishly, desperately, like the world was about to end and this was his last chance at happiness.
The kiss was just hard enough to make warmth uncurl in my stomach, but gentle enough that I felt like I was being worshipped. For a moment, I forgot where I was and who I was with and I just basked in the heat, in the pleasure.
Then someone whistled, and piece-by-piece the world came back to me. I opened my eyes to stare at my friend, who had kissed me like he wanted to be anything but.
I returned to my side of the circle, ignoring my friends’ commentary on the kiss. Dazed and way beyond confused, I retreated into myself through the next few turns.
I could feel eyes on me. Cade’s for sure, probably Kelsey’s, too. But my mind was focused on holding it together, because I was one crack away from disintegrating.
We were drunk. It probably didn’t mean anything. And I was so messed up over Garrick, that I was desperate for contact with anyone. That was it.
It didn’t mean anything.
We’re still friends. Cade and I will always be friends.
I stayed for a few more minutes, until my head was spinning too much for me to ignore. I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach.
I stood and excused myself, telling everyone to stay as long as they’d like. I told them where to find extra blankets and pillows if they wanted to stay and crash, and then I retreated into my bedroom, crawling under the covers, and dropping the forced smile.
I told myself things would be better in the morning.
C HAPTER T HIRTEEN
W HEN MORNING CAME, Kelsey was passed out beside me in bed, and there were five
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