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My eyes snap open at that. Well, that answers that question.

I ended up sleeping with him?

I don’t remember going to his room, though. Hell, I don’t even remember kissing him. So, how did we end up there?

Jackie gets my attention as she rolls down the windows and cranks up the A/C.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“You smell like booze, cigarettes, and sex,” she says matter-of-fact. “It’s making me nauseous,” she adds. “And what happened to you?”

I laugh. “Well, it seems I got some action last night, but I don’t remember it.”

“Oh, you got some action all right,” she agrees. “I thought you two were going to do it on the pool table. Or in the hallway,” she adds with a laugh. “Did you end up doing it in the garden or something?”

I scowl. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

She quickly looks over at me with a smile. “He was hot and why would I stop you? You were pissed off at Rodger for calling you and started drinking like a fish. Plus, you were totally digging one another.” She wiggles her blond eyebrows.

Digging? Who says that?

I shake my head. Even if she had tried to stop me, I wouldn’t have listened. “Did you get some?” She better have left for me a good reason.

“Yep,” she says with a smile on her face.

“Well, then, our life is complete,” I say dryly.

I stretch out my legs and smile. At least the sex I got was good. I can tell it by the feel in my muscles. Whoever he was, he used every inch of my body, and I guarantee I loved every second of it.

“Do you want me to wait for you?” she asks as she pulls up to the college.

I shake my head. “Just come back and get me in an hour,” I say digging through my glove box.

“What are you looking for?” she asks.

“Advil.” I always keep some in my car.

I look over at her when she sighs. “I already took it,” she admits with a small smile.

“What?” I snap. “You took the only two I had left?”

She holds up three fingers, and I let out a growl. She calls out, “Sorry,” as I swing the door open and get out.

CHAPTER SIX

TABATHA

After Jackie had picked me up from the school, I dropped her off at her house. Then I stopped off at Starbucks for the biggest coffee they had, which I now know is called a vente. And I hate coffee. But it just sounded so good. Well, it doesn’t taste as good as it sounded. Plus, my tongue is numb from where I burned the hell out of it.

I make my way into our house. My parents have many houses all over the world, but I grew up in this one. The one I still call home even though I now have a place of my own. I actually just bought my first home last year. Against my parents’ advice. I didn’t want to live on campus or with my parents. I wanted my very own place, but it’s on the other side of town. And my parents’ house just happens to be five miles from the college. After the morning I’ve had, it was an easy decision.

I take off down the main hallway to head to the back of the house where my old room is located, when I hear my dad talking in his office. I go to walk past it and see his door is open. He looks up and spots me. Busted.

“Hey, sweet pea. How was your test this morning?”

“Fine,” is all I say. I’m not a hundred percent sure that I passed. Guess I’ll find out soon enough.

He lifts his hand and motions for me to enter. “Come here. I have someone I want you to meet.”

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