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“Fuck you,” I snarled as I attempted to breathe.

Julie laughed as she shook off the spill.

“I think that’s enough for one night,” Aaron said with a grin. “It’s been fun guys, but I think our work here is done,” he said.

“Aw, fuck...” Jordan said, grabbing his coat.

“What?” Sticky asked.

“We’ve got an hour left until?—”

Neither of them had to say anything, since I knew what time they usually posted. While I was a once a day guy, my friends posted multiple times in a day.

Sticky pulled the keys from his pocket, sliding his hand around Jordan’s waist, nodding to me.

“You good, bro?” he asked.

Finally able to breathe, I nodded. “Peachy,” I bit out as the crowd started to disperse.

“Do you, uh... need a ride?” Riley asked cautiously.

“That depends, Riley Rabbit,” I huffed. “As long as you don’t have any stray sticks laying around to whack me with?—”

“I’m so sorry, the stick just... slipped.”

I flashed my gaze up at him, conflicted by both the steamy thoughts and the reality at hand.

Yeah, I bet it slipped.

Cheater.

“Looks like you have a date for the wedding, after all,” Julie said with a wink.

Riley blushed, like a damn Sunday School teacher as he ran his hand through his hair.

Fuck, she was right.

Now I had to honor my word.

I grumbled as I flipped her off, and she just laughed, leaving Riley and I in her dust.

“I’m so sorry, Eric, I— Let me make it up to you,” he said as I grabbed my purple blazer from the back of my chair.

“Fine,” I said, tossing it over my shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.”

CHAPTER 4

Riley

My heart was racingas we walked to the car.

For starters, Eric was hot. The guy was most certainly above my grade level when it came to the dating pool. Plus, judging by his bold fashion sense and his flawless skin, I’d garner he was in his late twenties, which meant he was at least a good ten years my junior.

While he’d agreed to the terms of winning and losing—being mydate—he didn’t’ seem all that into it.

Or me.

And then on top of everything, I damn smacked the man in the balls—by accident, I swear—and now was trying to make up for my eternal fuck ups by at least giving him a ride home.

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