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Harlow sighs. “I know,” she says as she leans her head on my shoulder. “But it was fun.”

“Yeah, we saw the video.”

“Mmm… bet you liked that, huh?” she asks in a knowing tone. Because, of course, I fucking liked it.

“Not bad,” I say, smirking down at her as she picks her head up and glares at me. “You’ve got some decent moves, it seems.”

“Well, you and your sexy ass will never get to see them.”

“My… sexy ass?” I ask, raising my brow.

“Don’t act like you don’t know that!” She pokes me in the chest again. “You have like the best ass in the entire damn league.”

The smile that crosses my face is unavoidable. “Is that so?”

“Yes!” she replies, exasperated. “If your ass didn’t look so good, maybe I wouldn’t need to take care of myself in the damn shower every day.”

Did she just say that?

Did that just happen?

“Okay, Lo,” I say. “I think you need to get in bed before the room starts spinning.”

She lays back across the couch. “It started spinning like two hours ago.”

I bark out a laugh and then stand up from the couch, reaching my hand out for her. “Come on, Lo. Let’s get you set up in the guest bedroom.”

We stumble to the bedroom, and I sit Harlow down on the edge of the bed. “Wait,” she says. “I need to take my makeup off.”

“I don’t have anything for that. Do you?”

“I have some makeup wipes in my clutch, but I left it in the kitchen,” she pouts.

I shake my head. “Stay here. I’ll go grab it.”

I quickly make my way to the kitchen, grabbing her clutch from the island before joining her back in the guest bedroom… where she is now lying on the bed, looking confused. “The ceiling is moving, Knox,” she whispers. “Why is your ceiling moving?”

“What am I going to do with you tonight, Lo?” I laugh, crossing the room and sitting down next to her. “Can you even sit up again?”

“Don’t think-” *hiccup* “-so.”

Seeing as she’s too incoherent to do it herself, I carefully reach into her clutch, pulling out a package that I assume is makeup wipes. At least, I hope it is. I don’t really want to have to rummage through her shit to find them.

To my delight, the package says makeup remover.

I pull one of the sheets from the package and bring it up to her face, starting with her cheeks. “First things first, we have to bring those freckles back out,” I say as she smiles softly. I gently rub it across the rest of her face and eyes, removing every trace of makeup I can see. When her skin is clear, I say, “All set, Lo.”

“Thank you.” She smiles a little wider. “You’re so nice to me.”

I chuckle. “Don’t let it go to your head. There’s clothing in the closet like last time. Are you okay to get yourself ready for bed?”

“Yeah,” she replies. “I’ll take the dress off and pass out like that.”

“Okay,” I say, voice wavering. “Good night, Lo.”

“Night, Knox,” I hear as I shut the door to the bedroom. I then make a beeline straight to my fucking shower.

That dress was tight enough to throw me into a tailspin with how it framed her perfect body. But then she had to tell me she likes my ass and that she touches herself in her own shower to the thought of it.

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