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“It’s the body glitter. Less talky. I need more,” she mewled, her hips grinding against my thigh.

I was the furthest thing from an exhibitionist, but the needy tone in her voice lit my blood on fire. Moving my other hand from her waist, I hiked her leg over my hip and slipped it beneath the hem of her skirt. “What do you need?” I asked as my hand skimmed further up her thigh.

“Oh my god,” she panted, her head falling back against the wall.

“God’s not here right now, sweetheart. Just us sinners.” My lips found hers once more as my fingers coasted over her center. Fuck, shewas already drenched, and the feeling of it had my cock throbbing behind my zipper.

Her kiss turned demanding, her hips rocking against my fingers. As soon as I released my hold on her wrists, her hands flew to my head. Fingers twisting into the only hair she could find as I lifted her behind her knees. Her moans vibrated against my lips, but just as I was about to push aside her panties, someone yelled down the hall.

“Hey, Mag—oh, okay. Whenever you’re done, girlie pop.”

Magnolia’s head fell back as a laugh tumbled from her throat, and she gently tapped my shoulder. As I set her back on her feet, lust-filled eyes met mine. “See you later, Westley.”

Westley? Oh, fuck this costume.

Patting my chest as she passed, I gripped her wrist before she could get too far. “You’releaving?”

With a shrug and a wink, she pulled her hand from my grasp and fluttered down the hall like the fairy she was dressed as. By the time I got my head out of my ass and followed, she was gone.

Ripping the insufferable mask from my head, I wove through the throng of people that crowded the bar, searching for Addy and Colin. When I finally found them, my sister’s eyes were as wide as a saucer as they raked across my face, an amused smile gracing her lips as she asked, “Why are you covered in glitter? Did you have an unfortunate encounter with a Cullen?”

6

Monday can kick rocks

Magnolia

Theknockonthedoor made it feel like my heart was beating inside my skull, and I pinched my eyes closed as I pulled a pillow over my head to try to block out the infernal sound.

“Make it stop,” Jaelyn whined next to me, the blanket shifting as she pulled it over her face.

“You make it stop,” I grumbled as another round of knocks echoed through my head like a gong.

Groaning, Jae sat up and pulled the pillow from my face. “You look like you got hit by a Mack truck.”

“A glowing endorsement, thank you. But an accurate one if I look anywhere close to how I feel.” Everything hurt. My head, my feet, and everything in between. Last night had been a glaring reminder that I was no longer in my twenties and thirty-year-old me was not equipped to be out dancing and drinking the night away. Flopping unceremoniously onto my back, I pressed my fingers into my temples and swore that I would nevereverdrink that much again.

As the knocking continued, I rolled from the bed with a groan and shuffled toward the door, cursing the person on the other side with never having a cool side of the pillow and overcooked crawfish as each pound of their fist made my eyeballs pulse.

“I’m coming,” I yelled, immediately regretting the volume of my own voice.

Keeping the chain latched, I pulled the door open. “What do you want—Mama Jo? What are you doing here?”

With a flick of her fingers, the chain fell to the side, and she pushed her way inside. “Move, chile. Your auntie called me and said you needed me, and by the state of you, I should have been here sooner.”

Glancing down at my—nearly dead—watch, I scowled at the time. “It’s not even eight, Mama Jo. I need to sleep.”

“Hush, you. Where’s the kitchen?”

Gesturing in the direction of the kitchenette in our suite, I trodded back toward the room and shook Jae. “Wake up, Mama Jo is here.”

“Whyyyy?” she whined, burying her face into her pillow.

“I don’t know, but—” the sound of a blender cut through my words and pierced my brain.

“What the hell is she doing?”

“Makin’ you something to knock that drunken fog from your brains. Now, get up,” Mama Jo scolded as she walked into the room and ripped the sheet from Jae.