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Alina:

Bash opens the door for me.

He runs in front of my car and opens the door before I can do it. Then goes back around and grabs the pizza from the back seat. I’m stunned. What kind of eighteen-year-old does that? He smirks at me as I watch him for a moment before I lead him through the garage and into my house.

Walking into the kitchen, I turn on some lights as he stares around, open-mouthed. “Nice place,” he comments as he sets the pizza box down on the counter. I can tell he really means it. I hadn’t ever considered it to be much, but I quickly realize I don’t know anything about where Bash lives. Maybe this is a very nice place compared to his home, and I should learn some humility.

“Thank you, Bash Cox ,” I say with a grin, his own widening across his face. He bites down on his bottom lip as he stares at me.

“Oh, Lina Girl. You like to play, don’t you?” he asks in a thick voice. I’m pretty sure his question holds a double meaning to it. I lick my lips and level him with a stare.

“More than you know.” He snarls slightly as he pulls me into him by my belt loop and forces my mouth open with his tongue. His hands are gripping either side of my face and I clasp them in my own as I bow beneath him, my back arching under his body.

The power this boy has over me…

He pulls me closer to him, just taking a second to hold me in his arms, my face pressed into the tender space where his neck and shoulder meet. He smells like fading laundry detergent, Axe body spray and a hint of body odor. “Thank you for everything, Alina,” he says quietly. I pull away from him, looking skeptical.

“I didn’t do anything,” I reply puzzled, but he just shakes his head, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He directs me back to the pizza box and watches as I open it.

“I’ll admit. This is a weird pizza, Lina Girl,” he comments as he sniffs at the steam rising from our meal. I laugh.

“My mom loves garlic sauce and got me addicted to it,” I say as I grab a piece and hand it to him. He gives the slice a weary look as he studies it.

“Alright, then.” He gathers his bravery and takes a bite. I watch him chew, experiencing his first taste of garlic sauce. His eyebrows shoot up and he looks at me surprised. “This is fucking good ,” he grins. I shake my head, an all-knowing look on my face.

“Looks like we both get to experience gifts this evening,” I say with a dig into his ribs. He laughs and jumps away before he gathers me beneath his arm and feeds me some of his pizza. I roll my eyes and groan as he watches me intensely. “Goddammit. That’s exactly what I fucking wanted,” I gush. I grab my own piece as we stand in the kitchen, hungrily devouring our slices and dipping it in the ranch.

I notice Bash’s eyes look a little more present as he proceeds to mow down four more slices.

I smile.

I feel so fucking happy.

Sebastian:

I’m fucked up and I’m not sure where my next meal is coming from, so I eat a shit-ton of pizza. I spent the only cash I had on dinner for the birthday girl, but it was well worth it. She absolutely deserved this. My father likes to restrict basic necessities when he’s not in the mood to love me, so this fucking pizza is filling both my stomach and the void in my heart.

But maybe that’s really Alina, standing pressed into me and dancing slightly as she eats her birthday dinner. She sees me watching her and smiles, her lips greasy and her cheeks full of food. She looks like a chipmunk, and I laugh out loud as I lean into her and lick the grease from her mouth. Her smile falters and in its place is a look of longing.

I wonder if any of those assholes who tried to bed her ever achieved this look from her. Hell fucking no, I decide. And I’d bet money on it that that’s why I’m the one who will be taking her virginity tonight. I meant it when I told her she wouldn’t regret it. She’s got me. I’m hers. Girls like fucking Claire Daniels can eat my ass. Well, actually, now she can’t.

I only want to be touched by Alina.

“Bash,” she whispers as I look into her pretty green eyes.

“Yes, Lina Girl?” I answer her quietly. Her eyebrows crease together as she continues to gaze up at me.

“I…” But she doesn’t finish her thought. I think I know exactly what she’s feeling, but maybe she’s scared like me to confess it so quickly. There’s no way I’m the only one this hung up.

So, because this is fresh and words are failing us both, I press her into my body and hug her tightly, rubbing her back as I softly sway with her in her kitchen. She fits me perfectly, her head coming up just below my chin. I settle myself on top of her and smile, so fucking grateful this is where the day has taken me.

Alina:

I want to hug him forever. He’s so warm. And firm. I’m pretty sure he has a boner, but I’m too shy to go for a feel. His lower stomach is totally solid though beneath my hand. I grip his shirt in my fingers, just to give myself something to do.

“Have you ever smoked before?” he asks me, and I shake my head no. “Do you want to?” he asks next, and I nod my head yes, feeling brave enough to try new things with Bash. “Alright, let’s go outside.”

I take his hand and lead him over to the dining room, where a door opens up to the patio out back. There’s a table and chairs that overlook the property below the house.

“I’m gonna go grab my backpack,” he says as he retreats to the garage. I take a seat in the chair in front of me. I’ve never smoked before, but I’ve always wanted to try it. Who better than with Bash and on my birthday! I rub my palms together, my anticipation spiking as he returns and sits, opening his bag.

He sets a baggie with some green shit in it on the table, along with a foil wrapped packet and a lighter. He grabs something else before he sets his backpack into the seat next to him.

“I’m gonna roll you a birthday blunt,” he says with a smirk as I clap my hands and watch him.

“Ok, tell me everything you’re doing!”

Sebastian:

If it were any other girl, I’d be annoyed at the request to describe the steps of rolling a blunt. But not with Alina. Her green eyes watch my fingers curiously, lingering on them for a second before looking back at me.

I know she’s thinking about the rumors that fly around the school of my guitar skills equaling that I know what I’m doing in bed with my hands. And they’re not wrong. But for some reason, I really want to prove to her they’re true. “Ok, Lina Girl. Are you paying attention?” I ask as she nods excitedly. “ Good girl ,” I praise her. She melts under my gaze, becoming a puddle of herself in her chair.

“What’s first?” she asks, grabbing the Swisher and looking at the package. She reads it over before throwing it back onto the table.

“Well, we take the weed nuggets and grind them down with this grinder,” I say, holding the heavy metal device out to her. I can tell she isn’t expecting its weight as I drop it into her palm and her hand slams into the glass tabletop. She snorts as I laugh and grab it again. I open it for her so she can see the inside. Then I open the bag with my flower, taking out a few pieces before pressing them into the grinder. It’s kind of shit bud, but it does the job. “Once it’s full, you put the lid on and twist. Wanna try?”

“ Duh! ” she says as she snatches it from my hands. I mimic the motion as she goes to twist the lid. It doesn’t budge. “It’s stuck,” she complains as she looks to me confused, her red cheeks hinting at some embarrassment. I smile warmly, hoping it’ll calm her. I’m not judging her in the least bit.

“It needs to be cleaned,” I say with a grin and take it back, making short work of it to her annoyance. My grinder is covered in kief.

“Bastard,” she mutters and I’m laughing again. Her sarcasm is making my dick even harder. I love the fight in her.

“Open this for me?” I ask her as I hand her the Swisher package. She does and hands a cigar back to me. “Alright. Next, we split the wrap and get all the tobacco out,” I say as I show her what I’m doing. My fingers slowly work the leaves apart and soon, I’m scooping out the contents inside.

“Interesting,” she says as she takes the empty wrap I hand her, turning it in her slender fingers. “So, now we put the weed inside?”

“You got it, Lina Girl,” I say as I open the grinder and accept the wrap back. Holding it apart with one hand, I begin to sprinkle weed into it. Her eyes are glued to my fingers as they work.

“How do we close it?” she questions as I finish, looking up at her.

“Watch my lips.”

Alina:

His lips?

Well, fuck me , ok .

Bash begins to fold part of the wrap in on itself and twists it with his fingers. He then grabs at it with his tongue and uses his top lip to seal it over itself. He runs his thumb over it to ensure it’s stuck, before he moves on.

I’m fucking mesmerized.

It feels as though time is slowing down as I watch his pink tongue glide past his lips again and hook onto the wrap, feeding it to his perfect top lip to use once more to seal it over itself. My own tongue is repeatedly dragging over my bottom lip, wetting it, wishing it were his .

“What does it taste like?” I ask breathlessly as he pauses, his eyes darkening dangerously as he studies me before leaning over the table to meet me for a kiss. I lunge forward to lick his mouth and his lips, trying to permanently sear his taste and this moment into my memory. And after rolling the blunt, I can taste the tobacco and the hint of something earthy on his breath and tongue and mouth. “ Yummy ,” I moan as he pulls away and returns to his seat across from me. His hands pull at his pants awkwardly as he plops down. I do the same.

“ Fuck , Lina Girl,” he mumbles to himself as I pant in my chair. He finishes rolling the blunt and takes his lighter and sparks it. He runs the wet part of the blunt through the flame. Holding it up afterwards, he extends it out to me and allows me to examine it. It’s my first blunt, so I have nothing to judge it off of. But it looks fucking perfect to me. “I’ll get it going, then you can take over, birthday girl.”

I blush.