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“How many drunk people are gonna be playing a game of Where’s Waldo tonight?” Barlow asks.

“Hell, I might play,” Johnson says.

But I’m gonna win, I think to myself. I hope to find him in my bed.

CHAPTER TWELVE

ADRIAN

When the partyis in full swing, once again Matías and I find ourselves at a beer pong table, looking for a win.

I nearly lose the game for us when I lean over to tell him I can’t stop thinking about having his dick in my mouth earlier.

His eyes widen before he pushes me away. Okay, so maybe I’m a little drunk, but it’s too loud in here for anyone to have heard me.

He was clearly flustered, because he missed his shot.

We eventually win, and afterward, we make our way to the kitchen.

I can’t stop staring at him and thinking about everything I want to do to him.

“You need to stop,” he says quietly as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and hands it to me.

My smile is slow and lascivious. “Stop what?”

“Looking at me that way.”

He glances around but nobody’s paying attention.

“I can’t help it.”

“Well, try. Or I’ll have to stop coming to these parties.”

I pout. “Fine.”

“Drink your water.”

“Yes, sir.”

I take a gulp and then reach into a bag of chips.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asks me.

“Besides sleeping until one?”

He shakes his head with a small grin. “Besides that.”

“Nothing.”

“I want to do something with you.”

I grin at him. “Oh yeah?”

“Not that,” he chastises, looking around again.

“Okay.”

“You don’t want to know what it is?”

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