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“Let’s go, future Mrs. Quinn.”
Her eyes go wide. “I’m not sure that suits me.”
I smirk. “Too late. Vows will be legally binding. Non-refundable.”
She’s wrong. It sounds fucking perfect.
We make it to the floor, and I pull her in by the waist, her body flush to mine. And fuck, it feels good.
She laughs again; the sound makes my heart race.
“I hate you,” she whispers.
She rests her head against my chest, and I don’t flinch. I don’t do comfort. I don’t do cuddles. I don’t let people touch me.
Yet, here she is, with her hands all over me and her face snuggled against me.
I’m drunk. But I’m not sure if it’s from the tequila or her.
“I know,” I murmur. “But right now, you’re wasted enough to forget why.”
She pulls back and starts spinning like an idiot, dragging me with her.
We’re a mess. Laughing, stumbling, and colliding on the dance floor, but something in the chaos feels good.
Like breathing. Like not just surviving for once.
Just living.
And for the first time since I was ten years old, I let myself do exactly that.
Even if it’s only for a single song.
Chapter 24
STEPHANIE
Song- Careful What You Wish For, Bad Omens.
Itry to open my eyes, but the second I do, bile climbs up my throat.
My stomach gurgles violently, and I sit up way too fast?—
The room spins.
Pulling my knees to my chest, I run my shaking hands through my hair, eyes locked on the unfamiliar white sheets.
“Morning.”
Finn’s husky voice slices straight through my skull.
My stomach drops.
I launch myself off the bed and race for the bathroom—except it’s not where mine is.
Fuck.
Am I in his suite?
