“… Are you sure she’s okay, Lukas? She don’t look okay to me, man.” Shivering wildly, I leaned back into Lukas’ chest to heave for air at the new voice that filtered into my scope of comprehension. Squeezing my eyes shut, my breaths scraped against my raw, burning throat, and warm, dry palms swept back my hair from my forehead. Sweat stuck the strands together, and he gently untangled the knots that had begun to form.
“How the f**k did all of this happen, Butch?” Coughing harshly, I slumped against Lukas’ chest as I struggled to catch my breath. His rough voice filled with irritation and worry, and he paused his stroking of my hair as he spoke. Tingles rippled down my neck when his touch replaced with a cold, wet cloth.
“Ryan just said that Erica told Craig she was throwing a party. We d
