I try not to think about what will happen tomorrow when we get back to camp, because I know it won't be pretty at all. For now, I'll take advantage of sleeping in a nice bed next to Asher, who reeks of alcohol but feels warm and comfy anyway.
I reach to turn off the lamp and just when the room is completely dark, I feel Asher getting up and placing a hand on my waist. He pulls hard on me until I lie down on the bed again, then he gets on top of me.
“Who are you?” He asks, and I realize that he’s still on planet Braindead. He brings his face to my neck and smells me before licking me, “Are you Lesley or Crystal?”
Lesley?! What the hell does she have to do with anything?
“Or are you Crysley, the perfect mix?” He asks, lowering his voice. Now he’s kissing my neck and grabbing my äss, but
