3 Kimber
Instead of learning any lessons, I’ve come to S we’re acquaintances at best. “Are you gonna hurl?”
I really want to tell him no, because coming to a hot guy’s house drunk shouldn't end like that. But words don’t come out when I collapse to my hands and knees, losing what’s left of my dignity on his wood floors.
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