Shame spiraled through me as I realized how hellishly inappropriate it all was. I’d seen his joint. For all I knew, he was high as a kite, and I’d taken advantage of him in his altered state. Earlier wasn’t the nightmare. This is the nightmare. He kept going like he could read my growing freak-out, even in the dim lighting. “I’m not fucked up, Mac. Only had half a drink and barely had a hit before you came over. And I’m fuckin’ glad you did. Left the gate open, hoping you would. But when I take you, finally fuckin’ feel you, I don’t want any of my senses dulled. Not even a little. Got it?”
