CROIX
Lana hangs around my neck and the flames flicker brighter and brighter and the crowd continues growing in the backyard.
Bonfire in the city.
The music booming from the speakers rattles the old metal patio table they are planted on. The guests were drinking and enjoying themselves as we stood beneath the porch lights, a large fire at the centre of our chain-link backyard.
More people showed up than I thought. Elijah is with some redhead with legs for days and Josiah licks a lollipop gazing at the stars. He really did quit smoking after all.
“Wanna sneak away?” Lana whispers against my neck. “I’ve been missing that thick you got, baby.” Her acrylic nail trail along my belt. Needy w***e.
“Mmm, I’ve been missing it a whole lot.”
She’s jacked full of Molly, simply needing a firm d*
