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“So it’smyfault?” I laugh.
“Oh yes.” He closes in again. “It’s entirely your fault,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Get a fucking room!” a deep voice penetrates the bubble we placed around each other, the one that was blocking everyone in the room out. Suddenly they all come pouring in, forcing me back to the real world.
“Beck, you fucker.” I step out of Treyton’s embrace long enough for the man to step into it, hugging Treyton to the point that he picks him up off his feet.
“I was wondering if you were going to be here.” The man sets him down, both of them laughing. And that’s when it hits me.
Beckett Everest.
I don’t know how I didn’t recognize him right away.
Then again, to be fair, the last time I saw him he looked much different. Drunk, messy haired, with his tongue shoved down my best friend’s throat. And let’s not forget how inebriated I was.
“Do you remember Clarke?” Treyton reaches for me, as if he can’t go more than a few seconds without touching me. Or that he doesn’t want to…
My heart feels like it does a full backflip inside my chest.
Wake up, Clarke. Wake up.
This has to be a dream.
There is no way this is real life.
And not because of Treyton’s fame, but because of Treyton. He has completely, without question, swept me right off my feet. And what’s worse, I didn’t even see it coming until it was way too late to do anything to stop it.
His fingers close around my hand as he pulls me to his side.
Beckett’s attention comes to me, and to my surprise, he recognizes me instantly.
“Well fuck me sideways.” He smiles. “Last time I saw you, you were pretty drunk.”
“Last time I saw you, you were swallowing my best friend’s face,” I deadpan. “So, I’m surprised you remember seeing me at all.”
“I never forget a pretty face.”
“Careful,” Treyton warns.
“My bad. Last time I checked you didn’t mind sharing.” He wiggles his eyebrows, not giving Treyton a chance to respond before he turns back to me. “How is she?”
It takes me a full ten seconds to realize he’s asking about Bonnie, though I’m not sure why.
“She’s doing well.”
“She coming in for another visit soon?”
“Not sure. Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
“I would if she had given me her number.”
This makes me smile. Leave it to Bonnie to spend the night with someone like Beckett Everest then skip out without giving him any way to contact her.
“I’m sure you have ways to find that information.”
“Maybe if she had given me her last name.”
And now I’m laughing. Because… Well, Bonnie.
