Page 94 of Good Guy Gabe

Iknowthat voice. I don’t recognize the girl, not even a little bit. She’s silver-haired with bright green eyes and pudgy cheeks. She’s cute. I’d remember her.

“Just take it, Tilly,” Merrick says to her. So she’s Joss’s friend, the one I haven’t met yet.

“You can’t give tequila to pregnant girls,” Allore whines.

The girl stands to lean past him and hand it back to me.

My eyes go to her boobs first because, wow, lots of boobs, but then I look down and notice she’s enormously pregnant. Like, I’m kind of worried that standing is going to cause the baby to fall out of her. And alongside that giant, pregnant belly of hers is a tattoo of honeysuckle vines.

I know that tattoo. I’ve licked that tattoo and said it tasted just like honey.

Joss’s friend is the girl I slept with eight months ago at AnimeCon last summer.

She’s my blackmailer.

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