Page 34 of Bad Behavior

“That’s what I’m talking about, right there. MDMA makes you reallllly enjoy physical contact. But even though you’re high… I think that we should probably limit the touching.”

“Why?” I ask. I’m distracted by a neighbor’s dog barking. I can’t see the dog, but I want to pet it.

Jameson clears his throat. “Unless you’d rather hang out with Asher, just say yes.”

I shrug. “Okay. Can we go?”

“Yeah. I’ll just text Gunnar later,” he says. “Can we walk?”

I grin at him, tilting my head to the side. “Totally. Whatever you say, Mr. Man.”

He rolls his eyes. “Great. Let’s go.”

And with that, the two of us start down the sidewalk.