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I look like I’ve been up to something naughty—which, of course, I have.

When I spot my purse, I drag it closer, unzipping it to make sure I’m not missing anything. My eyes land on a pen.

Part of me wants to run from this bathroom and never, ever see Robbie again. I’m embarrassed by how easily I gave in to him, mortified by how vulnerable he made me in such a short amount of time.

The other part of me wants to give him my number and let him kiss me whenever he pleases.

Which issounlike me.

What has gotten into me?Liquor.

That’s it—ithas tobe the booze. I’m not a big drinker, and tonight I had already slung back three shots before Robbie even stepped foot in the bar. It’s the reason I danced, the reason I talked to so many guys, the only thing that could make me lose my inhibitions the way I have.

Alcohol makes me brave.

And stupid.

Before I can let anything else enter my mind, I do something I’d never do in a million years.

I write my number on a paper towel, thrust it into his hand, and run.

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Robbie

This isthe fourth morning in a row I’ve woken up with my balls aching, and I’m getting damn sick of it.

It’s all because of her.

Monty.

I spotted her from across the room, an easy feat with her bright red hair, and I had to draw closer. Now, gingers have never been my thing. I’ve always gone for girls with dark hair and big tits and even bigger asses. I have a type, and Monty is not it.

Yet I couldn’t stop my feet from dragging me closer.

From a distance, she was cute. Up close?Beautiful.

Her porcelain skin was dotted with freckles. Eyes were wide with wonder, bright with intoxication, and green as the sea.

Then my gaze traveled south, and I wanted to laugh. She didn’t belong in Lola’s. Her place was somewhere comfortable, like the library or some shit, not a dive bar.

She was too…untouchedfor that.

I knew I wasn’t any good for her, but that didn’t stop me from hitting on her. We clicked at once, keeping the conversation light and fun. Only names were shared, nothing else.

“I’m going to say something very forward, and you’ll have to excuse me for this—it’s the alcohol talking.”

She sipped from the straw sticking out of the bright blue concoction she was drinking and didn’t wait for me to respond.

“You have the most kissable lips I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and I want to kiss them.”

I grabbed her hand and led her back to the women’s bathroom, knowing the men’s was a disaster, and lifted her onto the countertop.

“You wanna kiss me?” She nodded. “Then kiss me, Monty.”

Holyfuckdid she kiss me.

I was surprised when she let me touch her, and even more shocked when she ran out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there with a raging hard-on.

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