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She yawns, “Man, I need a nap.”

I hum, nuzzling down in the blankets further and closing my eyes, both of us drifting off into sleep for an afternoon nap.

Chapter Twenty

Olivia

The strobein the club we’re in is officially making my head hurt and it’s really bumming me out. I need a pick-me-up, quick.

Summer is on the dance floor flanked by two Machine Gun Kelly lookin’ dudes, who are grinding their crotches all over her, while I’m sitting alone at our mini-booth sipping on a vodka soda.

After a week in New York, we’re still partying every night. Drinks & guys, dancing & laughing.

The summer we planned.

So, can someone tell me why I feel so fucking numb?

I spin my skinny straw around in the glass and eyeball the dude that’s been glancing my way all night. I huff a breath, take a big sip of my drink and trail my eyes up and down his body.

Six and a half feet of chocolate skin and thick arms that look like they could throw me around.

Sold.

I stand, throwing back the rest of my drink and slice my eyes back to his with a swallow, to which he smiles diamonds in my direction.

My phone buzzes just as I’m about to take a step towards him, so I pull it out and swipe at the screen.

Travis:Thinking about that sweet ass

I snort and slip my phone back into my waistband, ignoring him to continue with my previous plan. Hot chocolate for dinner. This is exactly what I need to cheer myself up.

I make the trek across the club to where he’s standing, and he sweeps his eyes up and down me a couple times before speaking.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

I cringe inwardly,hot stuff,and bite back my laughter. I don’t need to think he’s charming, I just need the distraction.

I stick out a hand, “Olivia.”

He slides his massive hand into mine, “Trey.”

His dark eyes stay on mine, piercing me, “You want to dance, Trey?”

He nods, and keeps his hand clasped in mine as he pulls me towards the dance floor where bodies are writhing, the colored bulbs making everything seem darker and more erotic.

His body is a massive piece of meat in the sea of people, his broad shoulders stretching the dark t-shirt he’s wearing.

He twirls me around his finger before planting his hands on my hips, then pulling me into him. He’s a tower of a man, so his groin is perched right in my back and I can feel the bulge rubbing against me with every sway of his hips.

After a few songs, we head back to his table, where his friends have filled most of the seats, to get some drinks. He plants his ass in a chair and pulls me down on top of him before waving over a waitress.

I’m subconsciously grinding onto his lap to the song that’s playing, his arms wrapped around my waist, as he orders our drinks.

“Are you here by yourself tonight, Olivia?” His mouth is by my ear so I can hear him through the music, and goosebumps lick up my arms at his breath on my skin.

I shake my head, turning a little to look at him sitting underneath me, “My best friend is around here somewhere.”

His friends are all wrapped in conversation around the table, so I take the opportunity to look at all of them for a minute. They’re all big. Tall and fit. Like they’re some sort of sports team.

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