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“You good?” Eli asks me from behind, dipping his face down close to mine.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Thanks, man,” Eli says to Jay.

“It was...nice to meet you, Logan,” Jay says with a questioning look.

“Felt weird to say that, huh?” I ask with a laugh.

“Yeah, it really did.” He gives me a soft grin. “See you later, Maddison,” he adds before taking off towards the dance floor.

“He’s not so bad.” I turn my attention to Eli. “Everything good with that crash?”

“Some dumb drunk freshman shattered the window, so that’ll be fun to fix tomorrow. But more importantly...” Eli wraps his arms in front of me and holds out a brown bag he’d been hiding behind his back.

“Where the hell did you get that?” I ask with excitement.

“Marc told me that McDonald’s fries are your drunk food of choice, so I had some delivered.”

I turn around to face him. “You’re my favorite person ever. But how many did you get?”

“What do you think? That I’m an idiot? Of course, I got two orders. I knew you weren’t going to share with me,” he says with an amused smile. “And I got you a burger.”

“Sexy and smart.” I reach up on my toes, pressing my lips to his.

“Want to go put on our pajamas and eat them in my bed?” he asks with an excited glint in his eye.

“Oh my god, that might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I tell Eli, causing him to laugh.

Chapter 70

Eli

“I’m never drinking again,” Logan moans, stretching her body and waking me up.

I peel my eyes open but quickly shut them again as the morning sun pours through my bedroom window, blinding me. I’m still in the position I fell asleep in last night with my head on Logan’s stomach, my arms wrapped around her waist, and the rest of my body between her bare legs.

I couldn’t be more comfortable.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll go all of Thanksgiving weekend without drinking with Mary,” I sarcastically say with my hoarse voice and dry mouth.

“Besides that. I can’t say no to Mary.” Logan’s hands find my hair, gently scratching my scalp.

“Mmm, hi, baby.” I close my eyes again from Logan’s gentle touch. “I put some Advil and water on the nightstand for you last night.”

“Eli James, you’re an absolute angel,” she tells me as the corners of my lips turn up. “But any chance you have Tylenol instead? I can’t take Advil.”

Turning my head, I lean my chin on Logan’s stomach to look up at her. “Why can’t you have Advil?”

“It gets filtered through your kidneys, and since I only have one now, I just have to be careful. Tylenol goes through your liver,” she casually states.

“Oh. I had no idea.” I peel myself off her body to dig through my nightstand. Finding a bottle of Tylenol, I take a seat on the side of the bed and get two pills out for her.

Logan sits up with her back against my headboard as she downs the painkiller with some water to help with her hangover.

“Does only having one kidney affect any other part of your life?” I ask Logan with a bit of concern as I run my hand over her bare thigh.

“No, not really. I just have to be sure I live a healthy lifestyle. Which I normally do, when I’m not drunkenly eating fries in my boyfriend’s bed at two AM.”

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