Lucian Divine(19)

She popped a pill into her mouth. “Thanks.”

Oh shit! Things were getting out of hand.

I had to know what she was feeling, so I reached into my pocket, took out a round pill with a smiley face on it, and popped it into my mouth as well.

Joel looked at me and laughed. “You never do that shit, dude.” Brooklyn and Evey were dancing next to us. “You’re gonna bang that chick on X, huh?”

“Uh, uh, yeah, man.”

Winging it had so many meanings at the moment. I was in way over my head. The real Keith wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow. I scurried off to the bathroom and stared at Keith’s ugly face in the mirror. I could still hear Evey blabbering to Brooklyn about how cute Keith was, and that started a violent session of dry heaving within me.

As I leaned over the sink about to purge my (Keith’s) right lung, a guy holding a beer approached. “You okay, man?”

I almost swiped his beer. I needed a drink that badly, but I had to control myself. Instead, I turned toward the urinals, removed Keith’s sad excuse for a dick, and peed. The size and shape of Keith’s dick truly saddened me, not because Evey would appreciate it but because I couldn’t understand how he was going to use it to do anything worthwhile. It was also really weird to hold onto another guy’s dick. But I wasn’t a guy; I was an angel. I had to constantly remind myself of that fact.

Heading back onto the theater floor, I found the girls and tried to collect myself.

After about an hour, the headlining act was on, playing the song “Roses.” Evey was hanging all over me, smiling. I was trying to remain calm.

“I like you,” she yelled over the music, then she mouthed the lyrics, Say you’ll never let me go as she swayed from side to side.

I felt my hands moving of their own accord, up her slim hips to her sides, then I was kissing her and cupping her breast—or rather, Keith was kissing her and cupping her breast. Oh my God, what am I doing?

Everything was vibrant. I was aware of the hair on Keith’s arms standing up and his dick twitching every time Evey brushed against it. Her smell was stronger. Her breath, her sweat was intoxicating. I forgot all about booze for a couple hours and just let myself get lost in her. I blame the X.

What I was doing was wrong on so many levels. Doing ecstasy wasn’t exactly a justification for a celestial being breaking every rule in the universe. Evey’s tongue was in my mouth, and she grinding against me. God, it really seemed like she had it bad for this guy.

“I want to go home,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Really?”

“I told you… I like you, Keith.”

Maybe she sensed it was me. Maybe I wanted her to.

She kissed me again and then pulled back and stared into my eyes. I had to look away—I didn’t want to remind her. Zack and Mona were right; I hadn’t zapped her well enough. Brooklyn and Joel sucked face the entire taxi ride back. At least they were all safe. For the most part, I was sober and had held up my end of the deal with Abigail, Greer, and what’s his face.

Joel and I followed the girls up to their apartment. I debated whether I should let good ol’ limp-dick Keith have his body back. My decision was made once I followed Evey into her room. With one zip, she was literally standing in a thong and nothing else.

“Really?” I said derisively. “Really, Evelyn?”

She scowled then covered her breasts. “My full name? Honestly, what’s up with the dad thing? I thought we were going to… I thought you liked me.”

I had hurt her feelings. “No, don’t cover up, you’re just… you’re just so fucking beautiful, so fucking bold.” My eyes were wide.

She let her hands drop. What I wanted to say was, Come on, Evey, seriously, this guy? You get naked like that for this guy?

I hadn’t seen her completely naked since she was a baby. I didn’t know grown-up Evey’s body at all. Yet ironically, I knew her better than I knew myself. My hands were drawn to her. We were in her room, alone, standing in the small space between her bed and the door. She walked toward me and pressed her body to mine—or rather, Keith’s—reached her hands up around my neck, and smiled at me. She was searching my eyes again. It was freaking me out.

“There’s something so familiar about you,” she said.

I kissed her lightly and let my hands fall to her hips. I traced her thin waist with my fingertips as I moved my lips to her throat and collarbone. She moaned.

“Evelyn…” I sighed. I was tormented, tortured, conflicted, hungry for her but wanting to protect her.

She squinted. “That’s funny that you call me Evelyn. Only my mother and grandmother call me that.” She shrugged, leaned forward and tried to kiss me again.

I put my finger to her mouth. “I can’t do this.”

She stepped back, took a deep breath, and covered her body again, this time shamefully. She reached for a T-shirt lying on the bed and threw it on. “What is your deal? One minute you’re all over me. I take my clothes off and you act repulsed, then you say I’m fucking beautiful and then say you can’t do this?”

I walked toward her and put my hands on her shoulders to comfort her. Then I did something really despicable. “I’m impotent, Evey. I have very extreme erectile dysfunction. It’s a medical condition and I take medication for it, but I can’t mix it with the X. It could be a fatal.”