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Doctor Conway was an incredible woman, she looked twenty-five but truly she was a lot older. I don’t know what kind of magic seemed to freeze her in time, but she knew what she was doing in a way a woman of twenty-five never could have. And she was really strong. So strong. I’m just glad she was on my side.
“And then I made your freedom hell.”
I pat Presley’s cheek. “I forgive you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Well, I do.”
We share a smile until Carter asks, “Why didn’t your uncle just have you killed?”
“Two reasons, if I suddenly go missing, that’s a headache he doesn’t need, and also because that doctor has all my confessions on tape and she knows the location of evidence that might be strong enough to bring him down, and if anything happens to me, she’ll leak it all. She’s my fail-safe. In death I have nothing to lose, and even if not everybody believes me, enough people will and he’ll lose any chances he has of becoming president.”
Carter gapes at me. “This is so fucked up. What do you have on him?”
I drink more and close my eyes. “That’s something I definitely do not want to talk about.”
“You can tell us.”
“I don’t want to,” I admit and bite my lip. “I don’t like talking about it. Especially not with you guys. Even though the shit that happened wasn’t my fault, it’s embarrassing and it makes me feel tainted and used and I don’t ever want to feel that way with you two.”
“You were assaulted.”
Silence settles over us, nothing but the sound of the gentle wind whistling through the cars.
“Let’s go back inside and play cards or something. If we can find some, that is.” I turn back the way we came and peek at them over my shoulder. I don’t want to see the pity in their eyes any more than I have to. “Don’t let it ruin the night. Okay? What’s done is done. I’ve never been happier than I am now.”
Carter grabs my wrist. “Me neither.”
“I mean… my life could use a bit of work but I’m not unhappy,” Presley says, smiling drunkenly. “I’m just frustrated. Nothing seems to be going my way these days.”
“It will,” I promise even though it’s not for me to make promises like that. “Is anybody else feeling drunk? I’m feeling drunk.”
When lips touch mine, I don’t protest. In this drunken moment of deep confessions it just feels so natural to kiss somebody.
Carter hums against my mouth and I hear Presley throw the empty bottle. It smashes in the distance and my tingling nose feels warmer by the second. I don’t know why those things are related.
Hiccup.
I moan against Carter’s lips as that unyielding need teases my sex. I pull him closer but he’s yanked away and softer lips replace his.
It’s Presley, I can tell by the way he nips my lower lip.
I touch my tongue to his and feel him smile.
“Guys, come on,” Carter grumbles, yanking Presley away in a similar fashion.
Presley smirks at me, showing a flash of his lovely teeth. You know you’re drunk when you call teeth lovely like some eighty-year-old biddy with dentures. Like when they compliment you and tell you to look after your body and then bitch about youth being wasted on the— I have no idea what I’m thinking about anymore.
“What the fuck, Pres?” Carter snaps, shoving his friend who stumbles because whiskey. “You can’t just kiss my girl.”
“She’s not your girl, Carter. Besides, I called dibs.”
“Are we back to that? I kissed her first.”
“Guys,” I groan, rubbing my temples, trying to pretend like drunk me doesn’t love this. “Stop shouting.”
“Then, fix this,” Carter says and sways forward so hard his chest collides with mine.
I place my hands on his chest.
“Yeah, Scandal,” Presley prompts, coming to stand behind me. His hands begin massaging my arms. That’s so fucking nice. I let my head loll back onto his shoulder. “Just pick who you want to kiss. Fair and square. No arguments, no fallouts… just say a name.”
I blink slowly and look at Carter. I really like Carter. But then I look at Presley. I really like Presley.
“But… Can’t I just kiss both of you?” I ask, pouting. “This is way too big of a decision to make while this drunk.” I grab Carter’s shirt and yank him closer.
Presley pulls my hair to the side and kisses me in that spot that really gets me worked up.
“Just tonight,” I whisper, “let me kiss you both.”
Carter growls and swoops in, claiming my lips like before. Meanwhile Presley backs us up to the truck front and sucks on my neck.
There’s so much going on. My body is on fire. It’s hotter than the building that night and that is saying something.
“Oh my God,” I breathe against Carter’s lips and he moves to my neck too, biting and making me moan so loud I’ll be surprised if the entire town doesn’t hear.
