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“Yes!” she says firmly. “Please. It will be so much fun.”

I huff out a laugh, scrubbing a hand down my face. “I don’t know.” I stare at her a moment. “How about we focus on how we’re going to handle our parents first.”

She frowns but then relents. “I guess that’s a good idea. If we tell them soon, it’ll be in our favor. There’s a new baby for them to be happy about.”

“Using Leslie at such a young age?” I tease.

She gives me a playful shove. “At least I’m trying here. What do you have?”

“I was contemplating kidnapping Tobias and running to another country.”

She nods. “I fully support that.”

Shaking my head, I pull her in for another hug.

We’re going to be okay. We have to be.

So, with that in mind, we come up with a plan to tell our parents that we will not be going through with this wedding. That we will remain friends and hope our families canunderstand, but we aren’t okay with being forced into a marriage that we aren’t fully on board with.

I’ve never felt closer to Marianne in my entire life, which only makes me feel like more of an idiot. The plan is there, all we have to do is follow it. Which we are going to do when her sister and husband get back into town. Marianne is going to give them the heads up first, so they aren’t blindsided. And when our families are together, Marianne and I, on a united front, are going to tell them our plans for the future have changed.

Once that’s done, my focus will be getting Tobias back. Even if it takes the rest of my life.

Chapter Forty-Six

Tobias

One month later…

My back slams against the wall, firm hands on my chest, holding me in place. The room spins and all I can do is laugh.

“Go ahead, honey. Get on your knees for him.”

Charlie’s voice is muffled, and I don’t know why because I can’t see him. I think maybe he’s talking about me, but that can’t be right. He knows I don’t do this when we’re together. Partying hard is a given, but I don’t fuck anyone. The girls are for him. But then someone is unbuttoning my pants, and soft fingers are sliding across my waist. I swipe them away, fumbling with my pants.

“No,” I mumble. “No sex.”

“Change your mind already?” Charlie asks, laughing. The hands fall away from my chest. “It’s okay, honey. Come suck my dick. I promise I won’t tell you to stop.”

There are some footsteps. Giggling. Banging, though I have no idea from what. Everything around me is still dark. My eyes won’t open and everything is spinning. I’m so fucking drunk.

I slide down the wall, landing on my ass with a thud and a sharp pain shoots up my spine. After a few deep breaths, I finally get my eyes open. Everything is blurry and upside down, or maybe not. I don’t know. There are colors and blurs and spinning things and…

Moans fill the room, feminine and masculine, along with wet slaps.

I allow my body to fall over, lying down against the wall, and I curl up. I jerk awake a few times, feeling like I’m falling or like I’m going to puke, but eventually everything goes black again, where it’s peaceful, quiet, and nothing hurts. There is no sadness, no loneliness, no regret.

“Hey, buddy. Tobias.” I blink my eyes open, groaning when the light stings. I hiss in a breath, rubbing my eyes. When I open them again, Charlie’s face is right there in front of mine. “You good?” he asks.

I’ve never seen him look concerned before, so I must be really fucked up.

“Feel like shit,” I mutter, pushing myself up to sit. My mouth is dry and tastes like stale whiskey. My stomach is rolling and my head fucking pounds.

“Here.” He hands me a bottle of water, and I crack it open to guzzle half. “You got work today, right?” he asks.

“What day is it?” I ask, after realizing I have no fucking clue. I don’t even know where I am.

“Wednesday.”

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