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His chest is heaving as he begins to slump, dropping my legs and climbing over me, so his body is a warm layer covering me. Then, he kisses me. It’s a soft, tender movement of lips and tongues.

Suddenly, the light above us goes out, and we are bathed in darkness. It’s instantly cooler and all the chatter from the crowd comes back, reminding me that we just fucked like crazy in front of what looks like a hundred people.

* * *

My legs are wobbling under me as I walk out of the bathroom behind the stage. I’m cleaned up and in fresh clothes, and suddenly, it makes sense to me why Salacious has locker room style bathrooms with showers and dressing rooms. Sex is a workout.

The crowd has dwindled and most of the rooms are empty now, and I’m surprised to see it’s almost three in the morning. My eyes feel instantly heavy at that realization. When I find Garrett by the bar, he’s with the rest of the owners and their girlfriends.

When I spot the tall blond, real Drake, I awkwardly avoid his eye contact. It’s just another reminder of what this month has been like, something I don’t need at the moment.

“There she is!” Charlie announces as she slings an arm around my shoulder. “You were freaking amazing.” I like Charlie. She’s the right mix of crass and classy, and she never fails to make me laugh. And being here this week with her and Eden has me thinking that I might have actually found a group of female friends that don’t treat me like competition or are bitter at me because I’m not a size two and still choose to dress the way I do. They just accept me, no conditions.

“Thank you,” I reply, wrapping her up in a hug.

Does it feel weird to be complimented for how well I had sex? I mean…yeah, a little. It feels like something thatshouldfeel weird, but not here.

I yawn against my will.

Garrett sees it and steps up. “Let me take you home. It’s late.”

“I drove myself here,” I argue, but as he gazes down at me, a soft, knowing expression on his face, I know what he means. He doesn’t want to drop me off at home. He wants to take me to his home.

“Your car will be safe here.”

“Okay,” I reply, and it’s not because I forgive him for that apology during sex. It’s because I want to forgive him, and in order to do that I need an apology and some answers.

We say goodbye to everyone and don't speak much on our way to the car. Once I slide in next to him, he reaches a hand toward me, clasping our hands over the console.

“You really were beautiful up there tonight.”

“Thank you,” I reply in a whisper.

“And I meant every word. I am sorry, Mia.”

“I know you are.”

“Can we start over?” he asks, and I feel the tremble in his hands.

So I reach across and pull his face up to mine for a kiss. With our lips still touching, I reply, “Garrett, you let me stick a butt plug up your ass in front of a hundred people. The least I can do is hear you out.”

He laughs, a full grin pulling across his lips, as he kisses me back, and it warms my heart to see that smile. So much that I lean in to kiss it again.

RULE #37: LOVE THE MESS, TOO.

Mia

He’s insistent on feeding me, so I’m sitting on the barstool again in the middle of the night, while he toasts a grilled cheese on the stove like I’m a child. Once he places the plate in front of me, he starts talking before I can even ask.

“Emerson cleaned my kitchen,” he says, and it’s a weird place to start, but Garrett isn’t used to opening up, so I’ll take whatever I can get.

“I’m having a hard time picturing that,” I reply.

“He doesn’t even clean his own kitchen,” he jokes. “But mine was a mess, and he gave me no choice. It was a nonconsensual kitchen cleaning.”

“He’s a good friend,” I reply before taking a bite.

“Infuriatingly so.”

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