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“I had a beer just a few minutes ago.” She seems offended by my statement.
“I meant no insult. Just seems like maybe this isn’t your scene,” I observe.
“Well, you’re not wrong there. But not because I’m some goodie-two-shoes or anything,” she quickly adds. “I just don’t get the whole party atmosphere. Why anyone wants to get so drunk they end up hooking up with someone they don’t even like or they spend half the night puking in the bushes, is just beyond me.”
“What was that you said about not being a goodie-two-shoes?” I tease, just wanting to keep her going.
I’m mesmerized by her mouth, those full, pouty lips that I can’t stop myself from imaging around my…
I clear my throat, trying to shake off the thought.
“You’re so funny,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes seconds before snagging the bottle of Jack from my hands. “I bet this little routine works on all the ladies,” she spews, lifting the bottle to her lips and taking a long pull.
I’m pretty impressed when she swallows it down like a champ and doesn’t even grimace after the fact.
Okay, now I’m really intrigued.
“Trust me.” I smile when she hands the whiskey back to me. “If I was trying to work you over, you’d know it,” I promise, narrowing my eyes at her.
“Is that so?” She arches a brow.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re cute and all, but I usually go for girls with more…” I think over my words for a moment before adding, “experience.”
Truth be told, she’s totally doing it for me right now. But I can tell she’s one who needs to be challenged, and so I’m going to do just that.
“So you want a slut who won’t think twice about letting you stick your junk inside her.” Her choice of words has me fighting back laughter.
“My junk?” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Oh, shut up.” She once again snags the bottle of Jack from my hands, taking two long drinks before handing it back to me. “Junk sounds better than dick or penis.” She crinkles her nose, and it’s about the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
My junk, as she so eloquently called it, instantly stirs to life.
“You’re quite the contradiction, you realize this, right?” I sit forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
“How’s that?”
“You don’t like parties and yet here you are. You don’t like drinking and yet I’ve watched you hit this bottle like a pro. You call my man parts junk and then spit out words like dick and penis without even blushing. I’m just trying to keep up here.”
“Not everyone is so black and white.” She throws me a sideway glance.
“In my world, they are.” I blow out a breath, looking off into the distance.
“Well, maybe you should explore people outside ofyourworld because it sounds like you’re missing out,” she states matter of fact, her blue eyes cutting right through me.
“How is it I’ve never met you before?” I ask, not entirely sure that I haven’t.
“I think it’s more remembering me rather than meeting me,” she confirms my suspicion. “Dylan Thompson.” The name instantly makes everything crystal clear.
“You’re Tess,” I say, already putting it all together.
“Wow. All I have to do is say his name and you know instantly who I am. Looks like he really did put me on the map,” she grinds out, snagging the bottle of whiskey once again.
“You know, for someone who doesn’t drink, you sure are going to town on that bottle.” I chuckle.
“What do you care? I bet you love when girls get drunk and throw themselves at you,” she bites, hurt and anger lacing her voice as she takes another drink.
“Does that mean you’re going to throw yourself at me later?” I arch a brow, my statement bringing a small smile to her lips.
