Page 156 of Bloom: Part 2

“Earlier,” Jamie said with a grin. “Logan helped when he took you out for lunch so we could sneak them in.”

“So that’s why he insisted on taking our coats upstairs when he came home.”

“Yup.” Miles shoved his gift at me. “You didn’t think we’d let you get married without sending you off in style, did you? Open it!”

One by one, I unwrapped the gifts, each one more embarrassing than the last. There were handcuffs with pink fur, edible underwear, a blindfold, a vibrating toy I didn’t even recognize. My face was burning when I got to the last gift—a ball with a leather strap—and I held it up, turning to Fable.

“What… the hell is this?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

Fable leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “It’s for when you want Logan to shut up, but in a hot way.”

I burst out laughing, shaking my head, and tossed the gag back into its box. “You’re all ridiculous.”

“More shots!” Cass yelled.

“I’m getting married tomorrow. I can’t afford to be hungover.”

“We don’t have to be at the hotel until four. You’ll have all morning to sleep it off.”

We headed to the kitchen, where we lined up shots of tequila. With a cheer, we each picked up a shot glass and downed it in one go, the liquid burning our throats as we swallowed.

Jamie poured himself another round. My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out. My heart skipped a beat when I made out Logan’s fuzzy name. Yup, I was seriously buzzed.

Meet me outside.

My chest tightened. Logan was here? I glanced at the other boys lining up for the next shot.

“Hey, I need to use the bathroom,” I said. “I’ll be back to join you.”

“Hurry up,” Jamie said.

I gave a nod and slipped from the kitchen, leaving behind the boisterous laughter. My heart pounded as I carefully pulledon my sneakers and quietly snuck to the front door. Hopefully, none of them would notice my disappearance too soon. I stepped out into the night, shivering from the chill.

Fuck, I should have put on a coat.

Logan’s car was parked in the yard. I rushed to it, and he got out to open the door on the passenger side. Smiling, I dashed inside the car. He quickly shut the door and joined me. I climbed over the console onto his lap and started kissing him.

Logan chuckled.

“What?” I raised my head. “This isn’t why you’re here?”

“I’m not complaining, but no.”

I groaned, resting my forehead on his. “You sure I can’t persuade you?”

“Sweetheart, I think you’re drunk.”

“Not really. I’ve only had…a few drinks. It’s all Jamie’s fault.”

“Of course. I believe you.”

I nibbled on his bottom lip. “You know what? I think I get horny when drunk.”

“Maybe this will sober you up for a minute.”

“What?”

Logan fumbled around in the glove compartment, then cursed. “Hit the lights for me, sweetheart.”

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