Chapter 4
Ally
Afew hours later, I’m at Cali’s house. He ran to several stores getting all the liquor he could find.
Vodka, whiskey, beer, anything you could think of he found it, then ran by my house to grab my clothes and makeup.
He insisted I get dressed up since it’s my birthday.
I’m currently sitting in front of his body length mirror, staring at myself.
My dark hair hangs in my face, hiding the blush from staring at myself for too long. .
I startle from the sound of the door slamming as I sit here on the floor.
“Are you okay?” Cali asks, sitting down next to me.
I look him over before staring back in the mirror.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
He rubs my shoulder, resting his head against my collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, staring at me.
“Shut up,” I giggle, shoving my shoulder playfully into his.
Cali stands up, rubbing his hand in my hair and making it look wild.
“Stop it, jackass!” I snarl, pushing him away.
Cali laughs as he makes his way to the bags on his bed.
“I think it’s time to get the party started.”
“Wha–” I ask, looking over to see him pulling out a fifth of vodka.
He takes the top off and begins downing it. I watch as his Adam’s apple moves up and down. He eventually brings the bottle away from his lips and sighs.
“Ahhh,” he sighs. “That’s the good stuff.”
I shake my head at him, getting to my feet and walking over to him.
“Give it here,” I say, taking the bottle from his hands.
“Take it eas–” he starts, but I’m already pouring the strong liquid into my mouth. I can feel the burn as it makes its way down my throat, and I begin coughing after I swallow.
Cali laughs, tapping me on my back.
“Such a beginner,” he teases.
“I’ll show you a beginner,” I say, once I’m done with my coughing fit.
He opens his mouth to talk, but I don’t give the words time to leave his mouth before I’m tackling him to the bed.
The sounds of the bottles full of liquor clink against each other and roll under our bodies.
I grab a hold of his shoulders, trying to stay in control, but Cali grabs my waist and flips me under him.
My hair falls in my face, and my breathing turns heavy.
Cali’s body is pressed tight against mine, his muscular arms holding him up just high enough to allow me to still breath.
His fingers come up, moving my hair out of my eyes, allowing him to get a clear look at my face.
Crystal clear blue eyes hone in on mine and it’s as if time stands still while I'm stuck in a trance.
I can feel when he lowers his hips, his pelvis grinding into me, causing butterflies to fly to my clit.
“Cali–” I whisper, but he blinks his eyes and throws himself off me.
He scratches his head, looking around the room.
“I’m going to go get dressed. You should go ahead and get ready, we’re going to leave soon.”
That’s all he says before he leaves the room. I let out a heavy sigh as I throw my head against the pillows.
“Fuck,” I mouth to the ceiling.