Page 23 of Falling in Love with Two

“I’m glad you liked.” I take a drink and hand her the glass. “Sorry, I guess I could have gotten you your own.”

“Dylan, you just had your tongue in my cooch. I think we can skip the formalities.”

“Fair enough.”

After she takes a drink, I set the glass on the nightstand. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Did you miss your last shot on purpose?”

She tries to look as innocent as possible. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Leah. You were on fire all night, and then, you choked right at the very end?”

“Maybe the alcohol finally caught up to me.”

“Or?” I ask, drawing out the word. “Are you sure you didn’t throw it?”

She thinks for a moment and then looks up at me through her thick lashes. “So what if I did? Are you complaining?”

“Not at all! As far as I’m concerned, I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole fucking world.”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s a little dramatic. But sweet, I guess.”

I’m not quite sure what to make of Leah. I still know next to nothing about her. All I really know is that she can handle her liquor and that she’s a wild cat.

I’d love to know more, but she didn’t seem too eager to talk.

That’s alright. I’m a guy.

I don’t mind fucking over talking.

As I watch her eyes get heavy before drifting off to sleep, I think maybe I can see her again.

Maybe we can get to know each other better.

But for now, I think we both need to get some sleep.

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God, I’m Going to Miss that Thing

Leah

My eyes open as I try to take in the room around me. It only takes a moment to feel the man next to me stir.

Looking over, I see Dylan, and everything comes rushing back to me.

The bar.

The bet.

The booze.

The sex.

That gets me to stop and focus on that part because it was freaking incredible. Parts of the night may be a blur, but that part remains extremely clear.

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