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It’s only then that I realize he didn’t wear a condom, but it’s too fucking late. He watches me, soaking up every bit of my orgasm for himself as if it’shis.Those greedy eyes close as he pumps once, twice, three times, and he’s inside of me. Fuck. I’m already yanking my shorts back on the moment he pulls out. He looks fucking astonished. Finishing inside of a bitch will do that to you.

He grabs my hair and yanks me back. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“My ride home.” I roll my eyes, shoving him. “Put your dick back in your pants, Golden Boy, before the shame rolls in.”

With a flip of my hair I jog across the lake and through the woods to the parking lot. Cole is waiting with a face full of worry, holding Penny’s hair as she heaves. It’s gonna be a long drive back. I run over and rub her back until she’s done.

“Shit. My phone is dead. Ash, give me yours,” Cole says.

I give him a sheepish smile. “I lost it."

My phone is in the woods. Left with that guy that just railed me. I don’t even know where that was. Not exactly. There's no way I’m going back there. Fuck the phone. Nature can have it.

Fall

Chapter One

Ashland,1YearLater

Someone stirs next to me. It doesn’t register at first. My brain is foggy with sleep and alcohol, maybe weed. Who knows at this point. Last night is a blur, and I’m not quite hungover yet. There’s another stirring, and I groan. A large hot arm wraps around me, and I shove them so hard they flail off of the bed.

Some guy coughs trying to get his bearings. “What the fuck?”

I squint, forcing my eyes to focus. The guy is attractive, no doubt, but he's still in my fucking house. Is he familiar? Fuck no. Does it matter? Also no.

“I’d leave if I were you,” Penny giggles, leaning against the frame of the door with a towel wrapped around her head. She must have just gotten out of the shower. She knew. She knew he was here and left me in here with him. I could strangle her for that.

He rubs his eyes in complete and total confusion. “What?”

“This isn’t a fucking bed and breakfast. Leave,” I demand, pointing toward the door. At least my personal space wasn’t disrupted.

We live in a shitty house, but we love it. It’s a three bedroom. We usually use the third as a studio, but today it’s for regret.

Penny is my best friend. She’s my family. Someone who has never left my side despite it all. The girl is my ride or die, and there is no one out there who can tell me their best friend is better. I think we could be married and live happily ever after, fucking whatever men we felt like. She has blue hazel eyes and a delicate nose with high cheekbones. She kind of reminds me of a porcelain doll, but she’s not breakable. Just looks it.

She’s taller than me, her copper hair reaching past her shoulders. Today, it’s in two French Braids. I can still feel the makeup on my face, and it’s driving me mad. Usually, she convinces me to take it off, but last night I must have been intolerable. I still have zero recollection of this guy.

He starts to protest. “Wait, but you—”

“I nothing, Chance.”

“It’s Avery,” he snaps, standing up and snatching his shirt from the floor.

“Okay. Get the fuck out, Chance.”

“You should go before she stabs you in the face. I’ve seen her do it before,” Penny adds.

Chance pales at the thought. It must have been a wild night. I don’t know what the hell he thought was happening, but he isn’t fucking staying here. They don’t leave you alone after that. Penny snorts while he fumbles with the door handle.

“It’s not even locked, Chance,” I tease.

“God, you’re such a bitch,” he mumbles under his breath, tossing the door open and slamming it shut behind him. Once he’s finally gone, Penny bursts out laughing.

“You fucking cunt!” I screech, hurling pillows at her.

She doubles over. “You needed to be humbled.”

“That's a dignified way to say ‘for the plot’ and you know it.” I jab a finger in her direction as I head to the bathroom, the feeling of grime coats my skin.

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