Page 82 of Undressed In The Crease

I refuse to get drunk.

Nope. Not happening.

I’m going to nurse this one just as much as he is. Which would be a lot easier if my mouth wasn’t so dry.

“Thirsty?” Nick asks after I clear my throat for the hundredth time.

The first couple was to get Layla’s attention, but that did nothing.

“I’m fine.” I croak out.

I still have half a beer and take a big swig of it to get this frog out of my throat.

Once the glass hits the table, I feel the fizz hit my stomach and the bubble comes up my throat. My hands slap my mouth to cover the belch coming out. It’s muffled, but Nick definitely heard it.

His gray eyes brighten as a slow grin forms on his face.

Unfortunately, Layla hears it too, and gives me a disgusted sigh.

“Excuse me,” I mutter and look away from the table.

I am a mess. First, the burger grease that was all over my face as I ate. Now burping as if I have no manners. My mother taught me better than this.

Nick leans over again, so he’s whispering in my ear.

“That little belch is turning me on so bad.” He groans and looks down at himself. “Fuck, Lenny.”

Instinctively, my eyes follow his gaze down to his crotch to see the little bulge forming.

Oh god.

I need to be strong and not hook up with Nick Miller. No matter how hard he tries. I need to stand my ground.

I’m better than his little Puck Bunnies that bend over at his request.

Tearing my gaze away from his growing member, I look straight ahead at the couple that’s been ignoring us for the last hour.

I roll my eyes as Layla and Greg start making out right across from us. Again.

“Ugh!” I groan. “Why are we even here?”

“Come on.” Nick grabs my hand and pulls me away from the table, heading straight for the bar.

He orders two shots of tequila as soon as we get there. It amazes me at how fast he gets the bartender's attention, but then I see her eyes flutter as she tucks her hair behind her ear and giggles at him.

He easily catches any woman’s attention.

He hands me one shot and takes the other.

“To friends.” He clinks our glasses together.

I don’t move, watching him as he takes his shot.

“Usually after a toast, you drink.” He motions to the full shot glass in my hand.

“I know your ploy to get me drunk.” I glare at him. “It’s not going to work, Nick Miller.”

“My planwasto get you drunk and then drive you home, but I got anxious watching those two so I decided;screw my plans!I’m getting drunk.” He takes my shot glass and downs it.

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