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Her ceiling was a light green.
He turned to the side, her sheets tangled on his bare legs, and faced her profile. She had her eyes closed, chest rising and falling in steady breaths, and she looked like a goddess.
Eddie never would’ve thought Chrissy Cunningham had it in her.
But last night she took his hand, followed him around the block, got onto his motorcycle and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight grip. Told him, screaming against the wind, that her mother would have a heart attack if she knew where her daughter was. Giggled at the thought.
She danced, her body warm and flush against his, her head draped on his shoulder, her neck an open invitation to his wet mouth.
She drank and accepted the pills he offered her, and she went a little wild and Eddie went a little hypnotized at the sight.
She kissed him first, her hands buried in his curls, her tongue fierce against his, went a little savage with it and Eddie’s grip on her hips tightened more with every move.
She took him home, sneaked him down the corridor, tried to keep quiet as he worshiped her body with her parents in the next room. Wasn’t very successful.
Chrissy Cunningham was a force to be reckoned and Eddie got to watch firsthand as that force was released all night long.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked to her side to spot him staring at her. She just smiled sweetly and searched for his hand, intertwining their fingers once she found it.
“How are you feeling?” Eddie whispered.
Her pupils were still a little dilated. Her eyes had a little light green in them. Maybe that’s what her ceiling matched. Maybe she had a light green view of the whole world around her.
She whispered: “Better than ever.”