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Dark eyebrows raised as he rolled his eyes, he coughed, "Jesus, Clark," taking my drink from me and taking a large gulp.

"Hey, that's mine!" I exclaimed with a laugh as his eyes went wide.

"Shit, this is good; I'll get you another one. You owe me this one." He gestured to the bartender as he took another drink, humming appreciatively.

Crossing my arms, I paused the bartender and asked for water instead. "How do I owe you, Quinn?" I looked at the date displayed on my phone. "In fact, you actually owe me if I remember right." Plucking the drink out of his hands, I took a dainty sip before sliding it back towards him.

He made a face before looking at the date, before swearing and unlocking his phone. "You're right, Clark," he acknowledged, clicking a few buttons before pocketing the phone and taking another drink. "I think we're even. I saved your ass at the club, and I ate your pu?—"

My hand shot out and covered his mouth, Quinn's eyes dancing with laughter, and I jerked my hand back in disgust. "Gross, did youjust lick me?" I exclaimed, pulling a face and wiping my now-wet hand on his shirt as he laughed.

"Wouldn't be the first time," he countered in a stupid sing-song voice, throwing back the rest of my sweet drink. I leaned back on the counter, shaking my head as I sipped on my water.

"You're incorrigible, Sebastian Quinn."

His face froze mid-laugh, something passing over it as he swallowed hard before taking my water from me, despite me slapping the bar lightly in protest.

"That's new," he said, raising his brows as he chewed on an ice cube. Confused, I took my drink back.

"What's new?"

Quinn leaned one elbow on the counter, tattoos on clear display against the white marble counter as he observed me like we were the only people in the club.

"My name. You've never said my name," he clarified, his golden eyes curiously intense as we surveyed each other.

I shook my head, turning my attention to the glass of water and running my finger through the condensation. "I'm sure I have."

Quinn shrugged, leaning on the counter so closely that his elbow bumped against mine, but he wasn't looking at me. "No, I would've remembered that."

Chapter 29

Sebastian

Clark's mouth was open like she was about to respond as Sarah all but barreled into her, arms wrapping around her waist. "Fletcher got us a ride to the hotel! Go grab your coat!" Sarah smashed a kiss to her cheek before grabbing Fletcher's hand to run to the coat room. To Fletcher's credit, he had the decency to look sorry as she led him to the coat room, and his eyes pointedly looked at Georgia while he mouthed, "I didn't know!"

Ass.

I turned my attention to Georgia, who was pulling on her coat and wrapping a scarf around her neck, standing by the door as she waited for the rest of us.

“Isn’t he great?” I heard Sarah say to Georgia, whose face was still apprehensive as she turned to look at me.

Georgia turned her attention back to her friend and smiled, taking her hand. "He's great, Sarah; I'm so glad you're having a good birthday."

Sarah squealed and wrapped her arms around Georgia, whispering something in the other's ear that caused that tell-all blush to creep up Georgia's neck.

"Car’s here!" I heard Fletcher call, and I motioned for the rest ofthe group to go ahead of me while I stood behind to grab Fletcher's shoulder.

"What is going on?" I hissed, trying not to look as nervous as I was. Fletcher dropped the smile he had plastered on around Sarah and turned on me.

"First off, calm down. I had no idea Georgia and Sarah were friends. All I knew was that they worked together, I swear," Fletcher explained, his face serious. "I'm not trying to catch you off guard, Quinn, so chill out and stop looking like you've got a gun to your head."

He didn't allow me to rebuff his remark as he went to open the car door for Sarah and her birthday party group. Maybe he was right, and I was just overreacting. No one knew anything. Fletcher was just a giant ass because he really hadn't done this before. I had no reason not to trust him and that this was all just a giant coincidence.

Sliding into the blacked-out SUV, I found myself sitting next to Clark, whose bare legs were crossed as she shivered slightly.

Doing everything I could do not to touch her unnecessarily just to make her uncomfortable, I put my seatbelt on as quickly as possible, scooting near the window even as our legs brushed in the confined space.

Sarah was practically draped over Fletcher while my friend ran a hand through her blond tresses, eyes enraptured as she spoke clearly despite the obvious alcohol intake of the night.

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