Page 126 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Okay, let me see it again.” Callie turns her phone's flashlight on so she can get a better look. “Ugh, that is so cool. Now I want him to give me one.”

“I don’t think that's ever happening.”

She grins, sitting back in her seat. “We’ll see. I’ll get a tattoo by Gerard someday. I’ll make sure of it.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

SYLAS

“Wake the fuck up!”Something slaps me across the face, jolting me from my sleep. Pain radiates through my head, and I groan.

“What the fuck?” My voice sounds like how sand paper feels. Swallowing hard, it feels like it too. “God, my head.”

“You’re going to have more than your head to worry about here in a minute,” Jasper snarls, his tone sounding furious.

Cracking my eyes open, I squint up at a very pissed off, rough-looking Jasper.

“What happened to you?” I ask, rubbing at my face.

“You. You’re what happened to me. And your stupid drugs. I knew we shouldn’t have taken them.”

“Fuck,” I groan, a wave of nausea hitting me. “Where are we?”

“At the hotel,” Wesley’s voice mumbles from somewhere nearby.

Jasper steps to the side and I sit up to see Wesley laying on the ground. “You’re naked.”

“I am,” Wesley sighs.

“Why are you naked?”

“I have no fucking clue.” He sits up on his elbows, squinting over at me. “What the fuck did you give us, man?”

“I’m sorry.” I close my eyes again, trying not to puke. “I thought it was ready.”

“Clearly it’s fucking not!” Jasper snaps. “I can’t remember anything from last night. Not a single fucking thing. Do you know how dangerous that is, Sylas? Someone could have robbed us, or worse,killedus.”

“We don’t have anything of value here,” I point out softly, wishing he’d stop talking because my head fucking hurts.

“Not the point!” Jasper snarls.

“You promised us a trip. Pretty sure all we took was a nap,” Wesley grunts, climbing to his feet.

“Based on the fact that we’re both naked and Jasper is shirtless, I’m going to guess something more than sleep happened last night,” I huff.

“Seeing how my dick is covered in cum, I’m going to assume we had sex,” Wesley states dryly.

“We did not have sex!” I choke out. “It doesn’t matter how high I am, there is no way my dick is going anywhere near you.”

“Not me, you dumbass,” he grunts, going over to where his jeans lay on the floor. He bends over, showing me way more than I ever wanted to see.

I avert my gaze until he stands up. He pulls a cigarette out of his pack of smokes and lights one up, turning towards me.

“Would you put your dick away!”

“What's wrong?” He raises a brow. “Nothing you haven’t seen a million times.” He shakes his hips back and forth making his flaccid cock flap about.