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Chapter 1

Knohat happens when you bring a bottle of cinnaood, that’s what It should co label: May cause extre

I blame it on Emily Who needs eneht the booze and it was her idea to co twenty-one before my birthday tomorrow

I adood time Several of my friends are here, the music’s perfect, and there’s a hot tub, so bonus I’ and hit the best of all the flat notes during karaoke But, as we all know, good ti aren’t one and the saed Gray Goose with future lawyers and house wives And I probably danced topless on the sofa since that’s what all the pictures on Instagra—only I don’t pay too much attention to those since that shit can be photo-shopped During all of this, I lost my shoes, and who knohat happened to my bra

At least Emily is here to keep me in check She has always been the responsible one—about as responsible as a toddler dog-sitting, but still, she’s a better grown-up than me

She suggests a group of us get together to play Would you rather in one of the quieter rooet ht

Her question for me is, “Who would you rather fuck, your ex or his dad?”

Of course I choose his dad, because he was hot andis, I’ve always had doe eyes for older men It all started with e, a silver fox covered in tattoos, and is in better shape than o to my school And OMG those tropical blue eyes and five-o’clock shadow on a strong jaw Yes, please

We’ve been flirting since I turned eighteen He’d tell me how beautiful I was, complement my ass in a pair of jeans, or notice how nicely I’ve developed It was all innocent Never going too far, no touching or talking about sex or anything like that But I want his

I lean against the pool table, looking around at all these young bucks strutting around the house in their polos and cargo shorts I wonder which one I can use for the night Maybe do so, pretend he’s Paul, have myself a daddy fantasy

A cute jock-type walks by with all his muscles and cocksure youth His boner is about as subtle as a rocket launcher sled under spandex pants The way he stares at h I’m definitely in the mood, his baby face just won’t do because I kno this story ends I’ve read it h to count on one hand … and maybe some toes

I see it so clearly: We’ll end up in his sock-stinky roo the floor The glow froa He’ll fumble around my body aimlessly and expect iving ets his rocks off Then he’ll pro about it So I don’t even bother

When he heads toward me, I cover my face with et the hint

I continue to play with one My ass is wet and sticky from spilled drinks on the floor I move to the stained, threadbare couch next to Emily and find Paul’s nah our old texts Birthday wishes fro there There are pictures of us during a houseboat trip, and at an airshow Unfortunately, my parents are in all the pictures too

The whiskey has gone to my head and there’s no roole consequence occurs to me as I type out five little words I want to fuck you

I show Emily “What if I actually sent this?” I can hearover fifty proof and it’s starting to show

She squints at the little screen My phone is prehistoric and has a Post-It sized screen When she’s done reading, her eyes go wide and she says, with a sly smile, “What if you did?” Her words are clearer than mine She never drinks as much as I do That’s what maturity looks like, and so fun

Or at least I was until she reaches over and hits the send button on my phone