Page 105 of Give Me Love

She looks behind her at Austin before turning back to me. “I mean, I fell for the guy, and he wants nothing to do with me.”

“Claire, you’re blind as shit if you think that boy wants nothing to do with you.”

“Well, I’m blind as shit then,” she replies, straight-faced. “He’s over there talking with a girl now.”

“He broke up with her, remember?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going for another drink. You want one?” she asks.

“Nah, I’ve still got more than half left.”

“Okay. Be back.”

The lights twirl above us, and I lift my hair off my neck just as I spot Bryce coming from the back of the building. I’m pretty tipsy at this point, butdamn, he looks good. Where is he coming from, anyway? I look behind him, seeing only crowds of people and a solid brick wall.

All of a sudden, I’m knocked sideways, and I feel my shirt get drenched.

“Shit,” I say, pulling it away from my skin.

“I’m so sorry,” a guy says. He takes his beer napkin and starts patting my shirt dry.

“Dude, I got it.” I stop his hand from touching my breast.

“What the fuck happened?” I turn to see Bryce standing beside drunk beer spiller and me.

I exhale. “Just a little spilled beer,” I reply, airing out my shirt.

“Get the hell out of here,” Bryce says to the guy.

“Hey, man, I didn’t mean to.”

“Clearly,” he says, grabbing my arm.

“Bryce,” I reply, likechill out.

“Come on. I’ve got a shirt upstairs.”

“Wait, I need to tell Claire.”

“Your fucking tits are showing, Kat. Let Ben tell her.”

“Ben?” I reply, stumbling behind him, almost giggling because he’s walking too fast toward the steps and, well, I’m drunk-ish.

“Go tell Kat’s friends she had to change clothes. Get them anything they want,” Bryce says to the big bearded man at the bottom of the stairs. I remember him from the first night I was here. He nods at Bryce before doing the same to me.

“Hey,” I greet. I dart my eyes to Bryce when he scowls back at me. “I’m coming,” I reply, likegeez. The lights come on just as he opens the door at the top, signaling the club is closing.

“Hey, Harrison!” Jace says from the table across the room.

He sits with a few other women and a few guys with poker chips in front of them all.

“Hey.” I go to walk over to him but get snatched back.

Oh yeah.

My tits are showing.

“I’ve had a little accident,” I say, holding my shirt out.

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