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"Maybe." Damon continued to watch Augustcarefully.
The game came to an end when half the players were slumped over and mumbling incoherently in theirdrunkenness.
"Who won?" Cameronslurred.
"No one," Seth moaned. "We all lost. We're gonna be dead hungovertomorrow."
"I'm feeling fine,"Isaid.
Although these people were strangers to me, I was a stranger to them as well. They couldn't personally target me, so I got away with only a handful ofshots.
Those of us who were still able to walk under our own power had to help the less fortunate into waiting taxis. I helped Cerise, as she was the only one near my weight that I could helpcarry.
August, with his strong arm muscles, had one arm each around Damon and Ian, the poor things. Those two were the worst off. As twins, they had a lifetime of ammunition to use against each other, and seemed to relish in making theotherlose.
When August and I finally made it back to our suite, the others were near passed out. They didn't notice when he snuck intomyroom.
"How you feeling?" he asked, closing the doorbehindhim.
"Tipsy," I said. "But not toobad.You?"
"Same."
"I thought you were alightweight?"
August looked vaguely uncomfortable with the question. "Guess I'm building up a tolerance," was allhesaid.
I crawled underneath the sheets in my tank top and panties. August hovered near the foot of the bed. I shuffled over to one side and pulled down the blankets, silently inviting him to settle nexttome.
"Just to sleep," I said. "We have an early starttomorrow."
He nodded and slid inbesideme.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight the wholenight.
ChapterTwenty-Two
"You're really goodatthat."
"I still don't know what I'mdoing."
"Whatever you're doing, it'sworking."
August had asked me to give him another massage in the artists' lounge before hisconcert.
"I think you're just hoping for another heavy petting session like last time,"Isaid.
"Am I thattransparent?"
"Behave. You go on stage in less than fifteen minutes. Not to mention the guys could walk in atanytime."
"Let themwatch."
"Sorry, not anexhibitionist."
August chuckled. I continued themassage.
"You sure you're going to be okaytonight?"
