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Maya and Caleb are still on the dance floor, tangled up in each other, practically dry humping.

“Today was the best!” Maya shouts as we pass them.

“Try not to get arrested,” I call back, laughing.

Zane’s hand is warm and steady around mine as he leads me outside.

“You good?” he asks, glancing at me.

I nod, leaning into him as the cool air hits. “Yeah. I’m good.”

And for once, I actually mean it.

Chapter 19

Helping Remy through the door isn’t easy when she’s tipsy. She stumbles over her own feet, giggling like she’s just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Zane, stop holding me like a baby,” she slurs, swatting at my chest.

I bite back a laugh. “You’d fall flat on your ass if I let you go.”

“I’m fiiine,” she sings, stretching out the word.

“Uh-huh,” I mutter, steering her toward the bed.

One thing I’ve learned about Remy when she’s like this? She gets handsy. And her mouth? Foul as hell.

She stops short, turns, and presses her hands against my chest. “You’re hot.”

“Thanks,” I say, deadpan. “Now sit down before you break something.”

She ignores me, tilting her head up and pulling me into a kiss. It’s sloppy and eager, all tongue and no finesse, but damn if it doesn’t get to me.

Her lips leave mine, and then— what the hell?— her tongue is on my neck, dragging over my skin.

“Baby,” I say, catching her by the hips, “you need to sleep.”

“I’m not tired,” she pouts, trying to step back.

She sways. Hard.

“Yeah, you’re not tired,” I mock, grabbing her before she crashes into the nightstand.

She glares at me like it’s my fault her legs aren’t working. “Put me down.”

“You’re not even off the ground.”

She grumbles something I don’t catch as I sit her on the edge of the bed and crouch down to untie her boots. She watches me, her eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted.

“You’re staring,” I say without looking up.

“You’re sexy,” she replies, her voice low.

I snort, tugging her boots off and tossing them to the side. “Flattery’s not going to get you what you want. You’re going to bed, sweetheart.”

When I stand, she grabs my shirt and pulls me close. “Take my clothes off.”

Jesus Christ.

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