![]() ![]() Unexpectedly, Brianna interrupts before he can pour more of whatever he keeps in that flask into my cup. I scowl at Solo for letting me down and lean back against Carter’s hard chest. I thought maybe it was roofie soup and I shouldn’t drink it, but then I remembered Carter has no use for roofie soup because he likes when I fight him. I didn’t like the taste of beer, but Carter poured something from a flask into my cup, and it tastes delicious. Or doing literally anything other than sitting here with Carter Mahoney in front of a roaring bonfire, consuming alcohol with his jock friends. ![]() Or with Grace, assembling baskets for the raffle this weekend. “I would never,” I offer with mock outrage. Let’s take it down a notch.”Ĭarter leans forward, murmuring in my ear, “Did you just talk to your cup?”Ĭhuckling, he pulls me back against his chest. “Whoa, Solo, way to take it to a depressing place. ![]() I probably won’t be the last smart girl to go dumb for him, especially since he’s getting blow jobs from exes already and we’re barely dating. ![]()
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