The Theory Of Deviance: Portland Rebels, Book 3 (2016) - Plot & Excerpts
She hadn’t been able to sleep again. Maybe all the sex had supercharged her body somehow. It was awesome, not being tired, but if she didn’t get a little rest, she’d be a basket case at the karaoke bar tonight. So she’d crept out of bed and gone through Rafe’s things until she found the baggie Merrick had given him. Her usual trigger had faded, replaced by a curiosity to see if smoking pot would feel the same way it had the last time she’d done it. Before she’d mixed it with other drugs and made a shit-ton of bad decisions. That wasn’t going to happen now, not with Rafe and Mikey here, so what was the harm in a little weed if it helped her relax? She stuck her head out the open window, brought the joint to her lips, and lit it. Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes and inhaled the mix of cold morning air and sweet marijuana burn. She was sick of never allowing herself to do stuff like this. Of the strict parameters she had to keep on her life, every day a jail cell in the form of yoga, phone calls, and apps.
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