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All I want to do is ask Grizzly if we can date his daughter and promise to respect her. It’s on the tip of my tongue.

Honesty is the best policy, so why can’t I speak?

9

HARLOW

I’ve been hiding under a rock for the last week and ignoring all the text messages from Bane, Colt, and Alto. I’ve kept my head down, gone to class, and any time my phone dings I tend to bury myself more, keeping my head down and my shame apparent.

I haven’t been able to get over how I acted the night I got drunk. I’m embarrassed and I don’t know how to talk to them again. If I ignore them, they’ll forget I exist and then I’ll never have to confront them again.

I’m so lost in my thoughts I don’t hear when class lets out.

“Ms. Montgomery, can I help you with something?”

I blink my thoughts away, looking around to find myself alone in a huge room with empty desks. The professor is swinging his bag on his shoulder, waiting for me to answer.

“No, sir. I’m sorry. I zoned out,” I explain poorly, but I can’t really say I was daydreaming about three different men, can I?

“It’s okay. Do you need to talk about anything? I’ll help when I can,” he says, readjusting his glasses.

I smile as I grab my books, then my bag, and walk down the steps. “No, I appreciate it though. You’re my favorite professor because you always ask. You care. Thank you for that.” With a wave, I leave the room and pull out my phone from my pocket, noticing more messages from the guys.

My face heats, my cheeks burning as if I’ve been set on fire.

How can I face them after what happened? They know everything now. They have seen me at my worst too. I don’t think there’s ever coming back from puking so much you ruin your bedsheets, and they witness that, then proceed to take care of you because you’re their best friend’s daughter.

No, that’s a humiliation I’d rather forget about and never think of for the rest of my life.

I click the messages on my phone and read them.

Alto: You have ignored us and we don’t like it.

Colt: Come on, sweetness. It’s only a little puke. It wasn’t that bad.

Bane: No, it was bad. It was disgusting, but you’re not disgusting.

Colt: Bane, we’re trying to make her feel better.

Bane: By lying to her? It was gross. Puke was everywhere.

Alto: You’re such a dick.

Bane: I’m an honest dick.

I giggle at the banter as I walk to my car to head to the apartment. My phone vibrates again and I don’t check it until I’m in the driver’s seat.

Alto: Anyway, we have given you time to wrap your head around what happened. We want to talk to you, so you better message us back or we will show up to your next class.

Colt: And I’ll sit right next to you or on your desk, shirtless.

I blush at the thought. All of the women would be distracted by the sight of Colt. He’s sexy, too damn sexy. He’s tall, lean but muscular in all the right spots. He has abs and defined biceps. Just thinking about seeing him makes me want to drool.

Bane: You don’t want to scare her, Colt.

Colt: I didn’t know you had the ability to crack jokes, Bane.

Alto: Ignore them, sweetheart. Listen, we want to see you. We need to talk. It’s been a week and we don’t like that you feel like you have to ignore us. Please, Harlow. Talk to us.

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