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“Don’t tell him that,” he teases. “We go way back. He’s my dad’s best friend.”

I’m glad he still has that connection; I know Foster not having his parents hurts. Mine may be alive, but I can relate with him on that level.

“What are we doing tonight?” he wonders.

I rub some grease he got on my arm against this shirt. “Well, after you shower, meet us at the dorms. We’re going out.”

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Without a shadow of a doubt, the thing I’m most excited for campus wise? My roommate is the coolest bitch I know.

We’re freshly showered, sitting on the floor in front of her mirror. She’s already taken the liberty of decorating my room how I like it, and I couldn’t be more grateful. Her mom swung by earlier, dropping off little house plants so we would have “fresh oxygen” to study around.

The air around me is lighter, sweeter. “Party time!” Kate drowns down a shot, squinting her face.

I take the bottle of vodka from her, taking a small swig. “Where are we going?”

“Premiere.” She grins, crossing her legs. “It’s a new nightclub.”

“Fun!” I sing, so happy to be able to do absolutely anything I want.

She runs peachy blush over her cheeks. “The guys should be here in an hour.”

Her phone dings with a new text, and I hand it to her. “Who is Ryate?” I ask curiously.

“It’s mine and Ryder’s ship!”

I snort. “That’s a terrible ship name.”

With a shrug, she takes another sip of the burning liquid. “It was either that or Kayder.”

I nod; yeah that’s much worse. “Hmm,” she thinks aloud, tapping some shadow from the brush. The particles sprinkle to the ground. “Skyter?” she questions.

“Absolutely not,” I reply.

She tilts her eyeshadow brush up, a lightbulb dinging in her head. “Fosky!”

“Not too bad.” I grin from ear to ear. Any conversation about Foster makes me do that.

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“Ready to go, Freckles?”Foster’s voice dances into my ears as he walks into the dorm room. “Fuck.” His jaw drops, literally drops down as he takes me in.

I wanted to look hot tonight, and for the first time in a very long time, I’m feeling myself. From Kate’s closet, I stole a short mini dress and a pair of black heels, with a few straps wrapping around each ankle. I knew Foster would be wearing all black, and I wanted to match him.

The way he walks to me with such confidence radiating from every bone makes me want to be like him for the night. It may be the vodka seeping through my veins, but I want this night to be unforgettable.

“You look fine as fuck,” he breathes, trailing his hands down my body. He tugs at the material at the bottom. “We’ll have to be careful with this so I don’t get in too many fights.”

I playfully slap his chest, snuggling close to his body for a kiss. His scent is intoxicating; he put on some kind of cologne for me and just that simple gesture makes my heart pirouette.

I murmur, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Freckles.”

“Get a room, Fosky.” Kate teases, throwing a pillow at us.

Foster tilts his head at the name, but I wave it off. “Who’s driving?”

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