Page 4 of Seven of Hearts

After lighting sparklers to send Kylie and Bryan off on their honeymoon, Leah and I moved outside to the hotel bar.

Thanks to our good friends, Jack and Jim, we had gone down the nostalgia rabbit hole, swapping throwback stories for the better part of an hour.

And miraculously, the more we tipped the bartender, the more the drinks kept flowing.

“You’re telling me that you hadno ideathat the big senior prank was that thejuniorswere the ones who put Principal Murdock’s car on the gym roof?” I knocked back my whiskey. “You were your class president! How did younotknow?” I pointed a finger at her. “Kylie knew!”

A cute sound escaped Leah as she snorted. “I was the goody two shoes. How else do you think I became class president?”

“Your staggering intellect and terrifying beauty.”

Leah laughed, tipping back on the barstool. She shrieked, and I reached out to grab her arm. Leah jerked forward, her drink spilling down the front of her dress.

“Shit!” she squeaked.

My glass hit the bartop with a clatter. “Fuck. Hold on.” I pawed around for the stack of cocktail napkins, but they kept moving. Why was everything so swirly?

I had only had the one drink.

Then another drink.

And a shot.

And the fresh drink in my hand, of course.

How many was that? Fuck it. I hated math anyway. Will was the only reason I got good at it.

I found a napkin and started wiping her dress.Soft.I wanted to smash my face into her boobs.Ha. Boobs. Goddamn, Leah has a nice rack.

My head swirled as I tried to stop looking at her tits, but they kept moving.

“I don’t think a dress is gonna clean my napkin,” Leah giggled, then hiccuped. “I mean...” She sat in deep thought. “I don’t think anapkinis gonna clean mydress.”

“You staying here at the hotel?”

She shook her head. “I need to order an Uber to get home.”

No way was I letting Leah get in a car with a stranger. Even in my own buzzed state, I knew that was a bad idea.

“There’s a hairdryer in my room,” I said, fumbling around for my room key. “You can dry your dress."

She hiccuped and looped her arm through mine. “Lead the way.”

2

LEAH

My dress fluttered behind me as we ran through the hotel lobby, laughing and heading straight for the elevator. I pressed my palm to the top of my dress to keep the soaked fabric from sliding against my skin. Thanks to the padding in the bust, I didn’t need to wear a bra. The downside was that the waterlogged dress felt gross.

We dashed into the elevator. It took Logan a few tries to get the third-floor button to light up. The doors closed, and the elevator car lurched up. I stumbled at the sudden jolt and tipped into him, letting out a squeal.

The happy buzz of liquor danced along my skin. I wasn’t drunk—just blissfully light.

“Careful,” Logan said, his eyes lowering to me as he slid his hands around my waist to steady me.

God, that felt so good.

It was unfair, really. Logan had only gotten better with age, growing out of the broody teenage heartthrob I used to know, and becoming a stunning specimen of a man.

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