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Her eyes widen. “Our what?”
“You two. You’re dancing around each other like you’re falling in love.”
“Maybe we are,” she says softly, and my heart clenches in my chest.
“Don’t say that.”
I curse the alcohol in my system for making those words come out instead of staying hidden in my mind.
“Why not, Mr. Casual?” she teases, but I’m not in the mood.
“Because…” I pull her closer, tugging her into my lap on the couch.
She squeals but doesn’t protest.
“I want you for myself.”
She sighs. “What if I’m just not that type of girl? Not the one-guy woman type, you know?”
“Then I want you anyway. Any way I can have you.”
She looks at me curiously and then laughs, looking away. “You won’t remember this in the morning.”
“Probably for the best.”
I rub my fingers down her hipbone, and she shivers.
I kiss along her neck, but I’m far too drunk to be amorous, and my eyelids are drooping before I know it.
I’m falling in love with you.
Thank God I think it and don’t say it before falling into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
OLIVIA
I walkinto my living room the next morning to a rumpled Sebastian lying on my couch. His shirt is half open, wiry chest hair showing through.
I clear my throat and when he keeps snoring, I kick the couch.
He grumbles and rolls over.
I sigh and walk to the guest room, poking my head inside.
Dominic is snoring even louder than Sebastian, face down on the bed fully clothed, with his shoes still on.
I shake my head and shake him awake.
He snorts and sits up, his eyes unfocused.
“It’s time to go.”
“Fuck, where am I? What year is it?”
I snort. “It’s the same year as when you passed out. You only slept through the night.”
“God, what did I drink? Gasoline?”
