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way she’d said it made me think I was missing something. Maybe one day I’d learn her story, but for now I didn’t want her to regret me. I didn’t want only one night with her. I enjoyed talking to her too much for that.
    I wasn’t done with her.
     
     
    I PULLED INTO a gas station with an adjoining twenty-four hour convenience store. I lived about twenty minutes from the bar, and I wanted to grab a couple cans of Red Bull before making the ride home. When I went to pay for my drinks, I realized that I had Gabby’s phone in my pocket. I remembered her putting it on the steps when we were sitting in front of her house, and I must have grabbed it thinking it was mine.
    Dropping it off at her place would give me another excuse to see her again, even if only for a few more minutes. Maybe when I got there I could give her a proper kiss. That grade school peck I’d given her was a tease, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about her plump lips and the way they felt against mine. I could only imagine what her tongue tasted like and had to adjust myself at the thought.
    I hoped I’d get to find out when I got back there…if she’d even let me near her. She might be pissed off or embarrassed that I’d rejected her, but she needed to know it was out of respect. She knew that I wanted her. Shit, she made me hard as a fucking rock and standing at attention…and I’d made sure that she felt it.
    Since I was just around the corner from her house, I hopped on my cruiser and floored it to her place. I wanted to catch her before she fell asleep for the night.
    My tires screeched to a stop in front of her apartment, and I jumped off my bike. I ran up the steps, and climbed three flights to the top floor where she lived. As my knuckles rapped on the door, it swung open slightly. I poked my head through the crack. “Gabby, you awake? It’s Ryker.”
    No answer.
    All the lights were on, so I figured that she was up. I didn’t want to startle her or have her freak out on me, but I at least wanted to give her the phone. I opened the door wider and let myself in.
    “Gabby?”
    The house was quiet. Maybe she was in the shower. I walked down the short hallway hoping I’d hear the water running.
    Just a few steps away, I could tell that the bathroom light was on, but I didn’t hear the shower running, and the door wasn’t closed. When I looked into the room, the sight before me stopped me cold.
    Gabby was home all right…just not awake. Her body was strewn about haphazardly in the small area between the toilet and the tub. The wall was holding her up slightly, exposing her upper body, and her head was resting on her chest, too heavy to hold up.
    “Gabby?” I ran to her, knowing she wouldn’t respond. I got on my knees and noticed the makeshift tourniquet tied tightly around her forearm. A needle was sticking out of her skin, a thin trail of blood leaking from the injection site, and the surrounding skin was raw and swollen. She’d obviously overdosed on something.
    Fuck.
    I dialed 9-1-1 on her cell phone that I was still holding in my hand.
    “I need an ambulance! She overdosed! 395 Livingston Ave. Get over here now!”
    I couldn’t believe this shit was happening. “You can’t die on me, Gabby! I told you I wasn’t done with you!”
    When we were sitting at the bar earlier tonight, I’d noticed her hands were scarred. I’d had my suspicions, and I knew this girl had some deep seeded issues, but I hadn’t realized how deep they were. I should have gone upstairs with her. Shit, what if she had done this because I’d said no to her? No. It was obvious that Gabby had done this before,
    Her breaths were coming in short, sporadic bursts, and her skin was turning blue and clammy to the touch. I lifted one of her eyelids gently but only saw white. Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head.
    “Stay with me, Gabby. I’m not leaving you,” I promised, holding her hand as I kissed her knuckles. “Where the hell is that