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"Higher"

Chapter Six: After Hours

When we left the bathroom, Edward and Jasper were still nearby, yet they had two chicks with them now. Those broads looked older, they wore heels…were both pretty blondes.

The sight actually made me smile for reasons unknown to me, but I felt Alice grip my hand tight.

"What do we do?" she asked. "This sucks—"

The last thing I wanted her to do was cry.

"Play it cool," I said, ushering us toward the exit. "Keep in mind, we just met these guys a few hours ago." I still felt decent, and I wasn't as disappointed as I would have been straight—that I knew for damn sure. But it still stung. "They're not our boyfriends or anything."

Alice wasn't crying, but I knew she was incredibly sad. It was all over her face.

In this moment, though, I had a very logical and clear outlook.

I kissed Rose, which I probably would have done anyway. I got free Ecstasy, free drinks, I got to dance and have a good time with Alice.

And I received an orgasm by Edward.

Thinking about all that made me smile.

While it was very unfortunate, if we legit dis these guys before they can do it to us…

Victory!

"Where youse goin'?" Edward asked, suddenly to my right.

I looked over to Jasper, who quickly put his arm around a frowny-faced Alice, and all of that sealed the deal. Knowing Alice, I knew she would not sleep with him tonight—not now after that crap—which had me even more at ease.

I pissed away my first time—the only time it should count and be really special, so I've heard—and I'll be damned if that happened to my Alice, too. They can do it on another night after a nice date or something, when Ecstasy isn't involved.

Jasper can work for it a little more.

"We thought you guys were busy—we were just gonna leave," I said.

"Without sayin' goodbye?" Edward asked, his tone laced with surprise.

"We were waiting for you guys, and they just started talking to us," Jasper explained, shouting over the music. "One of them asked for the time..."

Alice rolled her eyes. "It's cool." She didn't mean that.

I grinned to myself but never made a comment.

Ignoring them was a stellar move, as they were all over us now, and I had fun with that.

"Youse still down to party or what?" Edward asked.

"Work tomorrow and all that…" I pretended to be unaffected by his touch, but I still wanted to dry hump him.

Then I breathed deeply as soon as we were out of the club, enjoying the cooler air. "Tonight was fun." I turned back to Edward.

Edward looked disappointed. "Fun." He walked out to the street. "Let's take a taxi back—" He lifted his arm to flag one down.

I lit a cigarette while we waited for a cab to pull up. "You okay?" I looked to Alice.

Maybe we were immature.

Me trying to act like I don't give a fuck.

Alice all sad because Jasper talked to some girl.

Whatever.

"I'm good," she whispered. "I'm not gonna…" Her eyes widened, but I already knew what she was talking about.

"Huh?" Jasper asked.

Alice shook her head.

The ride back to Brooklyn was kind of boring. One of Edward's hands stayed on me, and I wished he had been as bold as he was at the club.

But he didn't go anywhere near my panties.

Sometime during the drive, Alice told the driver where she lived; they were dropping us off first.

"I think I'll just go home," I told her.

Although I was comfortable, content, and feeling good, my high had come way down. Or maybe I was suddenly just so disappointed that no pill could take me higher. I had no idea, but the night was coming to a close.

And I didn't care about tomorrow, or anything, really.

But I didn't want Edward to go anywhere—wanting some more time with him…alone.

"Okay," Alice whispered.

"We'll drop them off, and I'll take you home." Edward trailed his finger along my neck.

I just nodded, closing my eyes and leaning into him. Soon, his mouth replaced his hand, and I was heated again—practically gasping for air while my hand came down to palm his cock.

He groaned, pushing into my hand.

"Dude…" Jasper laughed, and we came to an abrupt stop.

I glared at that cock blocker, and I knew we were all squished in the back, but still.

"Chill the fuck out," Edward spat.

I giggled, nestling back into him.

"You sure you don't wanna come home wit' me?" he asked. "You live with your parents…" Edward trailed off, yet I wondered why he thought that.

I didn't tell him that.

"Parents?" Jasper inquired, raising a brow. "I thought you guys might be roommates."

"I live with my mother. So, what?" I got defensive.

He put his hands up in surrender.

"Yeah," I told Edward. "Fuck it."

When we pulled up in front of Alice's house, she and Jasper left the car. She smiled at me to let me know she was all right and to have fun, but when we drove off, I turned to Edward.

"Fuck, thank God." He came toward me, claiming my mouth and making my back hit the seat.

I laughed, looking up front to the driver as Edward unzipped my hoodie. "Edward…" I palmed his cheeks, meeting his gaze. "Jasper's…an okay guy, right?"

"He's a better man than me." He palmed my breast, and I arched my back, licking my lips.

"Seriously." I was still worried about Alice.

"They're fine. He'll give her a smooch—" he placed his lips to mine, nipping my bottom lip "—and he'll say goodnight, and then he'll call her tomorrow…Trust."

"All right." Breathless, once again, I closed my eyes and welcomed his body on top of mine. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I loved the feel of his weight, practically pinning me to the seat.

The car was coasting, and we must have hit a green-light streak as we rode along Fourth Avenue.

We kissed and kissed…until I could honestly say that my lips began to hurt. But his touch stayed above the belt while his cock ground against my pussy; he felt huge and picked up such a rhythm, I was close.

When the cabbie pulled over, Edward let out a growl and righted my skirt for me. "Keep the change." He slapped money into the guy's hand and then pulled me from the car.

I couldn't help it.

I was this giddy, giggly mess again, and it had nothing to do with what I'd taken.

Edward promised to take me higher, and he was—continually.

Finding my bearings, I looked around and saw that we were on 59th Street between Third and Fourth Avenue—the ghetto. He wasn't that far from me, and their apartment was located in a brownstone—the top floor.

We were quiet as we entered, my hand tucked in his.

Trailing down the hall, we actually almost bumped into Rose. She was trying to make her way out.

"My boy passed out already?" Edward asked her.

"Unfortunately, yes," she laughed. "Yo, you got any more of those…?"

Edward shook his head as he started putting lights on, and then he kicked off his boots.

For some reason, I liked watching him. Yes, he's absolutely sexy in many ways, but he had these mannerisms, ways of doing things, and his own beat as he did them.

I found his movements fascinating.

"Bella." Rose snapped her fingers in my face. "Can I…?" She tilted her head toward the door.

"Uh…" I looked back to Edward, who was taking off his hoodie. "What's up?" I faced Rose.

She pulled me out into the hall, and then closed the door—not all the way but enough—and she kept whipping her head around.

"You okay?" I asked. "Did you do it with Emmett?"

She grimaced. "Yeah..."

"Was it bad or something?" I stepped closer to her.

"Yes…Overall, it sucked." She shrugged. "I didn't get off, which blows. He came in like five seconds. You know?"

"What's good?" Edward popped his head out to stare at me.

"Girl talk," Rosalie said. "Just catching up…long night."

Edward gently pinched my hip before disappearing into the apartment.

I turned to my friend to squeal without sound.

"I called car service like five minutes ago," Rose whispered. "They should be here any minute. Did you wanna ride?"

"What?" I practically mouthed. "I'm staying."

She leaned into me, placing her lips to my ear. "Emmett told me something…about him, about Edward."

I shrugged, wanting her to continue.

"He was in jail."

My eyes widened. "For…?"

"Some bullshit, drugs…but…do you really wanna be alone with him?"

It didn't take me long to think about it. While I have no idea what the real story is, it still didn't take anything away from Edward—the sexy man who's waiting for me inside. "We know plenty of people who've been arrested," I giggled. "What's the big deal?"

"No." She shook her head. "He—"

She stopped talking when the door opened again. "Youse can come inside," Edward said. "Talk on the couch."

She gave him a tight-lipped smile and a small wave. "Call me later," Rose whispered, fast to leave.

Rose just turned and ran down the steps, and I wondered what was up with her. We know a large cast of characters, between her neighborhood and my own, who've had run-ins with the law. It's really not a big deal.

I've also spent a few hours with Edward, and I really liked him, and I still wanted to screw him.

It's not like he murdered somebody . . . He'd still be locked up if he did.

It's not like I'm gonna marry the guy . . . or even see him again.

If anything it made him more attractive, more thrilling and edgy.

Unsure of where I should go, I waited for instruction in the hall after I closed the door behind myself.

"Come in…have a seat, relax." Edward put the radio on.

The place was really nice, newish furniture and shit, a fluffy couch and a huge TV set along with an entertainment center.

Determined, I didn't sit on the sofa; I wondered where his bedroom was. "Where's your spot?"

Edward tilted his head to his right. "You wanna see it?"

I pushed my hair behind my ears, nodding. "I do."

And I knew what would happen if we went in there.

I wanted that more than anything—for him to fuck me.

"Come on." Edward took my hand again as we walked down another hall. "Bathroom's in there." He waved a hand. "Kitchen." He turned on another light, taking another set of keys out his pocket. "I lock my shit up."

"Don't blame you." If I had two roommates, I'd probably do the same.

Hell, I wish I could do that now living with Renee.

His bedroom was neat and kind of bare—with a tall chest of drawers, a long wooden bureau with a mirror, and there was a queen-sized bed in the center.

Edward locked the door behind me. "You wanna smoke?" he grabbed a bowl and a bag of trees.

"Sure." I sat on his bed, taking off my backpack while kicking my sneakers away. Then I scooted back and crossed my legs. His sheets were soft, although the bed wasn't made, and my eyes glanced around—looking for traces of anything female, of another female, and I couldn't find any.

Happy about that fact, I leaned back on my palms and stared at that sexy fucker. Edward lit the bowl, pulling back only to suck the smoke in some more. "Stay there." He sounded hoarse and froggy, coming toward me. His nose touched mine, and he gently blew the smoke into my mouth while I inhaled.

I tried my hardest to take it all in, but it was too much. It was too much for Edward, too. He turned away to place his fist to his mouth, coughing, and then he was laughing. "I'm sorry."

Feeling lighter, relaxed, I lay back and pulled him with me.

He groaned, leaning to my side as his eyes trailed down my form, and I felt so fucking sexy, like a woman—and my heart started beating rapidly. "You're fuckin'—" He squeezed my thigh, making me yelp. "I'm sorry." He bent low to kiss that spot, his lips had me at ease again. "You're okay?" He lifted my skirt to suck the skin of my inner thigh. "Hmmm."

I sat up to stare down at him, spreading my legs just a tiny bit.

"You have small feet." He tore both my socks off, and then his hand went from my toes all the way up to my thigh as he got up onto his knees. "Gorgeous."

I grinned, and my face felt so hot, and I knew I was blushing, but I didn't feel badly about it. "Take this off." I pulled at his shirt, dying to see him without it.

He leaned forward, grabbing for the bottom hem in the back to tear it off, making his chain clank against his chest.

Edward had tattoos, quite a few, and my fingers crawled up his arms to trace them. I'd already seen the tribal one on his forearm. There was also one on his bicep and three on his chest. One was almost faded, like he had it for a long time, or like it was done at home. "What's this one?" I squinted, trying to make it out.

"My mother's name…Elizabeth." His eyes fell from me, but I didn't know why that'd embarrass him. "When she died, I just…" Edward didn't elaborate.

"I'm sorry." I palmed his cheek.

He didn't comment, resting his elbows on either side of me, and his weight squashed me into the mattress. Once more, I loved it. "What are you doin' hea, gorgeous?" he whispered, smoothing out my brows.

I didn't understand the question. Also, I didn't wanna say, "I came with you in the hopes you'd fuck me."

"I didn't wanna say goodnight," I whispered, placing my hand to his warm bicep.

His gaze softened and he smiled. "Tell me somethin' about you."

I giggled. "Um…" I had no idea what to say, knowing that if I told him the truth, he might just kick me out of his apartment.

He scooted lower to rest his head on my chest, hugging me tight, and I reveled in his embrace—this stranger, Edward. "I know you're young…I don't think you're twenty." He let that hang there. "Regardless, you're a cool chick." He sounded so sincere, unlike the harsh vibes he gave off at the beginning of the night. "You're at least eighteen, right? Any younger and you gotta go—I already crossed a line…too-fuckin'-many."

"I am…eighteen." I almost swallowed my tongue, afraid.

"Alice and that chick?" he asked.

"Yeah," I whispered.

He laughed, shaking his head. "And Jazz was all, 'She thinks I might be some old freak.'" He chuckled some more.

"That was me…I told her that."

"Youse lied."

"Yeah," I admitted. "To be fair, Alice lied. I just went along with it, and then you had X…which…I don't know." Relaxed, my lids fluttered closed and then I widened my eyes.

"You like that shit?" he asked.

"Love it." Again, that didn't embarrass me, but I didn't want to get into all the reasons why I do.

"How often you roll?" He looked to me, raising a brow. "I'm not an X dispenser, nor do I pay for it." He went to back away from me, suddenly acting like I was here—with him—for more. "If you came back hea thinkin' I'd—"

I stopped him. "Hey…" I didn't know where to start, feeling as though I had to, to tell him something, anything; meanwhile, my head started spinning again.

"I gave it to you because you kissin' that chick was hot. It was a goof—you'd earned it." He reached for his shirt.

"I…I've only done it a few times," I whispered. "And come on…I told you; I work at Carvel. Free X…? It's free X." I shrugged. "A couple days ago, I graduated from high school with no clue as to what I truly wanna do. My life is boring, and I honestly have nothing interesting to tell you. Nor am I keeping huge secrets from you. I'm usually this shy, quiet…"

I didn't want to continue and pushed him away. "I thought tonight was awesome," I whispered. "I was able to be…" At a loss for words, my shoulders slumped. "Thanks for everything." Most of all, I wondered what the point was now. "I should just go." I went to leave the bed.

He pulled me back and was fast to hover over me. "No."

"No?" I challenged, and on any other day, that move might have frightened me, but I felt safe.

And I wanted to tell him the truth—that he was this mysterious, hot, stranger with candy, who's made me feel more in one night than I ever had in my entire lifetime.

And that wasn't the X talking.

"Look…I've been where you're at." He stared into my eyes. "I could say it gets better, that partying all the time gets boring, but here I am. I like to get outta my own head as much as I can, but I stick to smokin' trees. You feel me? It's cool. I just needed to know," he laughed

"And you wanted to know if I was here for more X or…?" My hand came up to touch his soft hair again.

"Or…" he whispered, settling down next to me and gathering me into his arms. "We can just sleep…if you want."

I rolled over to lie on top of him. "I don't…I'm not tired." I placed my lips to his.

Edward's kiss deepened fast, and he held me tightly to his body, while I tried to squirm—rub my knee against his cock. It was hard in an instant, and my hands clawed at his jeans.

Out of breath, I left him to undo his belt and pull his pants down. He let me do it, and I stared at his athletic legs, my hands rubbing up his thighs, focusing on his dick that made a tent in his boxers…

I'd never seen anything sexier, never had a nearly naked man sprawled before me.

Awestruck, I paused to stare, unsure of myself but wanting to continue—not really knowing how but needing to try.

"Go 'head." He goaded me, smirking and looking down to his underwear.

I smiled—and, again, I knew my face was flushed—as I peeled those bitches off, too.

And my clit throbbed when I saw his thick cock; I clamped my legs closed, and I knew I was soaked to a gross degree, my panties wet.

Vaguely, I wondered if I should…go to the bathroom and take care of it, feeling embarrassed and nervous.

"C'mere," he whispered, pulling me toward him again.

I swallowed those stupid nerves right down.

Edward kissed me roughly, letting out these grunts and groans that went straight to my crotch while he held my face tightly.

And I wanted him so badly…

"Stop." I panted, and he ceased his movements, letting out a breath to collapse down.

"What's wrong?"

I didn't say anything as I rushed to take off my hoodie, needing to get naked before I lost my nerve.

Edward helped. He sat up to rid me of my tank top before reaching back to unclasp my bra. Wordlessly, he gathered me into his arms again, and we switched positions. He kneeled before me while I lay on my back, my chest heaving.

He slowly pulled my skirt down and then my panties followed.

Another awkward pause ensued after, but it was only weird for me as Edward drank in the sight of me. His unwavering stare made my stomach quiver.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his eyes finding mine.

I gulped, my mouth dry, but I was ready. "Do you have a rubber?"

With a slight nod, he said he did, but he didn't reach for one just yet.

Meanwhile, I was all the more anxious, needing to feel him inside of me, needing to get to the fucking. The only other time I'd ever had sex…shit, that whole experience lasted...like Alice said, and it was nowhere near as exciting as this. I'd never felt this way before, this horny, this needy . . . this alive.

Edward let out a hiss, grabbing my hip while he stroked his dick twice. "You can touch me," he said.

"Oh…sorry." My eyes followed his hand.

He let out a breath, reaching for a condom from his nightstand.

"Put it on," I said.

Edward was on his knees again, his cock so close as he tore the wrapper with his teeth. My hand came up to feel along his shaft, jack his dick in a similar rhythm he had.

He groaned, tossing his head back, pushing into my palm.

I licked my lips, sitting up a bit to get a better grasp before my tongue came out to lap at his head. It was so smooth, his skin soft while he was also rock-hard. I couldn't believe how solid his dick was.

"Fuck." He spat, gently pushing me away to place the rubber on.

My heart felt like it skipped a beat as I eased back down and spread my legs—got into position.

Edward was fast to hover over me again, placing his lips to mine, and my hips squirmed…just waiting. "What was that you just did?" he asked, kissing down my neck.

"What?" I tried to align myself to him without touching him—needing his dick.

"That lick you gave me. You kiss like a pro, but you dunno how to give a blow job?"

"I'm sorry." I bit my lips together, still enjoying the feel of him on me, yet mortified.

"Bella…" He chuckled, and I opened my eyes. "I think…I dunno. I don't like loose women? Um…it just makes you sexier…to me." Now he seemed nervous. "I'm sorry. That was rude—I shouldn't've said anything."

I smirked, deciding to run with that…if he thinks that's sexy. "I've only done it one other time."

"Word?" He raised a brow. "With some li'l boy who did it and ran in five seconds, I bet."

I didn't reply, as Matt was seventeen, just like I was.

"You do a lotta kissin' and cock teasin'." He nodded.

"Do you think I'm teasing?" I asked, scraping my nails down his back.

"Hmm." He gaze met mine again. "I don't know what to think. You—"

"Don't think," I giggled, trying to pull him on top of me. "I want you. I want more." My stomach tied in knots.

"Told you I'd take care of you." He kissed my lips softly, his kisses going lower. Edward gently suckled my nipple, tweaking the other with his fingers, and I hugged his head to my chest—my hips leaving the bed, seeking him. "I also wanna take my time with you…I'm tryin' to be easy."

"Don't—try so hard." I yanked on his hair, wanting his mouth again. My tongue invaded, tasting and probing.

"You want it that bad?" He pushed his cock onto my clit, making me gasp and then shudder as he slid it down that slippery slope to my entrance. "Oh…you're definitely ready, but..." His thumb drew circles, and I spread my legs as wide as they could go.

Moaning, spluttering his name, his hand moved faster and faster until I screamed.

Ecstasy—not the drug—had taken over, and I felt it from my belly to my toes again.

After I came, Edward didn't give me a chance to come down—his thumb wasn't stopping.

Wave after wave hit me, and I was flying into the clouds this time, only to let out a shriek when he finally entered me—sending me to the moon.

I stiffened, bursting at the seams, suddenly feeling full, but he wasn't all the way inside yet.

And it hurt, but it still felt so-damn-good.

"You—" Edward's breath caught as he stared down at me, and then he leaned over me, our chests almost touching. "You feel so—so good, baby." Some of him left me, and he wasn't giving me back what he pulled out.

I crashed my lips to his, my hands going down to his ass, wanting all of him—his whole cock.

He already filled me, it seemed—he took up as much space as I had—and I wanted more.

I wanted it to hurt hours from now, so I'd still feel him later—I'd still have him with me, and I wouldn't be alone.

But Edward seems to think I'm made of glass, going too-damn-slow, his thrusts too short.

"Edward…" I didn't know what to say; I could barely breathe, and I was sweating despite the air conditioner—frenzied and nearly frantic.

His breaths washed over my face, his eyes never left mine, and this was the single, best, most erotic moment of my life.

I never wanted it to end.

"I-I can't—it's hard to go this slow." He bit out. "I don't-don't wanna hurt you. Oh, fuck!" He fell deeper as he lifted my legs, pulling me closer, and I held back my cry.

"You—won't—hurt me. I promise. Do it!" I shouted, bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts, pushing harder and harder, our momentum building.

Edward pulled back to slam into me over and over and over again. And the sounds that fell from his mouth, as he had me, enjoyed me, and admired me…they did something to me. I couldn't accurately describe the feeling.

I clawed at him, moaning, and then letting out a load whimper when I came again.

"Gorgeous," he muttered, half-hugging my head with one arm, slowing his pace. "You all right, baby? Want me to stop?"

"N-no." Out of breath and sweating, my thighs trembled on either side of him, as he continued to pump into me. "Did you…come?" Still, with my body shaking, I barely got the words out.

"No." He lightly stuck his tongue out to lick my lips, sucking my bottom into his mouth. "But—I don't know—how much longer." He groaned, going faster, and I held onto his shoulders.

I was in heaven again while he fucked me with no abandon. "Shit..." I hissed, breathing through my teeth.

"Christ, Bella…"

Wanting to make his body quake, I moved with him again. His long strokes were vigorous as he picked up a rhythm that I followed. "You're amazing," I cried out, trying to get as much of him inside me as possible.

And I had another unique feeling, one I couldn't place or describe.

So, I kissed him…hoping he'd feel it, too.

But then he went too deep, so deep that I felt him in my stomach, which made me stiffen and let out a strangled cry.

He took my breath away again.

Turning my head to kiss him, he stilled—still deep. "Fuck me," he murmured against my lips, kissing me back passionately. "Hmmm. Shit."

"Did you…" I wondered if he came.

"Fuck, yeah…" He grabbed the base of his dick and left me, and then he rolled over to stare at the ceiling.

I swallowed, slowly bringing my legs together.

They were still shaking, my pussy felt…very good and very sore at the same time, achy, but I was ecstatic about it.

Overall…I was indescribable, happier than ever before, and yet there was some awkwardness in the moment—like I immediately wanted a blanket because I missed Edward.

Missed Edward, my perfect stranger . . .

But after tonight…

I probably won't see him again, and now . . . that fact bothered me.

That thought hit me like a ton of bricks, and I tried to push it out of my mind.

"That was…" He turned to me to place gentle kisses on my lips, my nose, both of my cheeks, and my forehead.

It made me giggle. "It was…okay? You liked it?"

His eyes widened. "Are you kiddin' me? Don't ask such stupid questions." He tore off the condom and chucked it into a trash can. Then he pulled the covers over us.

"Um…" Snapping back into reality, I looked to my watch. It was already close to five-thirty in the morning. "I have to go." And I only wanted to leave before he asked me to—I had to leave before he suggested I go.

'Cause I knew it'd be easier for me to physically walk away, instead of him . . .

Again, it bothered me to even think about it.

"What? Why?" He pulled me into his arms.

Sheepishly, and while I truly wanted to weep, I smiled at him. Now I had my head, now I was naked in his bed, and now I was feeling shy, exposed. I also felt…

I didn't know how I felt.

"I have to beat my mom there…just in case. And I have to be at work by nine-thirty." Half of that was a lie, since Mom never leaves Phil's before ten. I had time.

While I was amazingly happy to be here with him, I was also sad, and scared to be asked to leave.

Although I enjoyed everything that just happened, I was emotional and yet numb, and I knew that to be a side effect of the drug—feeling down.

But after the night I'd just had…

Knowing there's no guarantee that I'll see him again…

My heart was breaking…because of this stranger.

I had to get out of here.

"All right." He left the bed to toss me my panties. "I'll drive you home."

"You have a car?" I asked, pulling my underwear on under the blanket.

"A work truck. Same shit." He put his jeans on without his boxers, quick to pull his shirt back on.

I watched, taking in every sight, as I got myself dressed.

"You need the bathroom?"

I shook my head no, stepping into my sneakers. While I did have to pee, I didn't want to prolong the inevitable.

"All right." He left the room.

I followed while I pulled my hood up.

Funny how Edward did the same once he grabbed his sweater from the couch.

And I wondered if he was…as lonely as I felt, thought he had a reason to hide.

But a man as beautiful as him…I bet he always has company.

Frowning, I hugged my middle, going toward the door Edward was holding open for me.

"Morning!" Jasper shouted from behind us.

"You just get home?" Edward asked.

He shook his head. "I been home for a while." He winked at Edward. "Some good show youse put on."

I turned away, and my giddy smile stayed away.

Edward flashed him the finger. "Hope you picked up a few pointers." He pulled me out of the apartment, letting the door slam closed. "Sorry about that." He stomped down the stairs. "There's no way he saw anything—just heard us. You were mad loud."

I cleared my throat. "If the situation was reversed, Alice and Rose would have a lot more to say. It's okay."

He cracked a grin.

Once outside, I paused to look up at the sky.

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Terms:

Dis — to disrespect someone.

Cabbie — a cab driver.

Car service — outside of Manhattan, there are hardly any taxis around. You have to call a car service for a cab.