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I start shedding my clothes, maybe still a little drunk myself.

“On. Keep it all on. You look hot as hell.”

“Okay Gunner Grey, get over here.” She beckons me to the bed, slipping the feather boa slowly down her body.

“I just need one sec.” I tell her because I’m busting for a whizz.

I will myself to hurry up while I hear Coralie jump up onto the bed. Flushing and washing my hands, I rub them together and let out a breath.

Excitedly I walk into the bedroom to find… Coralie passed out in the middle of the bed. “Goddamn you Rex,” I mutter as I pull back the covers and gently place her down on the side she prefers.

Kissing her head, I whisper how much I love her, even if she is a drunken mess. Then go back to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Coralie

My eyes stick together when I try to open them. Hmm, think I may have overdone it with the gold glitter eye shadow. I manage to pry them apart but immediately regret it because, hello sun.

Gunner's heavy body is wrapped around me, and I nuzzle in deeper until the urge to pee is too great. Begrudgingly I lift my aching head off the pillow and make for the bathroom on unsteady legs.

Holy hell, that was a lot of alcohol. I sit on the toilet unable to take my eyes off my arms that are covered in shiny fake tan and if I’m remembering correctly body glitter. I don’t even know where that came from. Mama? Aunt May? Who knows.

I stand up and head to the mirror but can’t help the gasp that escapes me or the laugh that rumbles up from my belly, which is also covered in fake tan and glitter.

The boobs are looking super perky though and I think the necklace my mom attached to my sports bra has held well.

What a night, I giggle to myself as I replay the bits that I remember.I wanted a catch up with the girls, so encouraged the boys to go out, but then one drink turned into many, many drinks.

Chole wanted to show us the raunchyoutfit she bought for her and Rex to have some fun with and before I knew it, we were accessorizing our loungewear with anything we could find and dancing our hearts out.

I pop two Advil, filling a glass with water as I do. Heavy footsteps pad across to the bedroom and the sigh that leaves me when Gunner's warm chest presses against my back is instinctual.

“Some night huh?” Gunner smiles at me through the mirror, twisting a lock of my light brown hair through his fingers. He pulls them away, the glitter sticking to his hand.

“We got a little carried away.”

“I haven’t seen you let go like that ever. And even though you were absolutely smashed, you looked hotter than sin.”

He trails his fingertips down my arm gazing at me through the mirror.

“What are you doing to me, Coralie?” He spins me around, so my butt hits the vanity and takes a long, unhurried perusal of my body. He starts at my crazy hair and travels down to my overly tanned feet.

I feel my cheeks flush with heat.

He drags his teeth over his bottom lip, nodding, “Peaches, sit that butt up on the counter.”

I go willingly. Gunner crowds me, sweeping my hair to one side, and starts to kiss and nibble on my neck.

“Are you hungover?”

I nod.

“So, you need me to take my time, be slow and careful?”

I nod again.

“You need me to be delicate and soft?” He licks a line from my collarbone to my neck.

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