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Dragging ainst my truck seat

What in the hell did she do to me?

I lifted lanced over to Corina’s house The last twelve hours had been thein and out of her body… Fuck It would forever replay in my mind

“What in the hell did you do, Mitch?” I whispered as I stared at her door

It was pretty fucking clear what I did I spent the night with Corina like a greedy bastard Took everything I could get fro to walk away, too das for her

With a shake of my head, I started my truck and headed home The sound of her sweetovertrail in its wake

“Fucking hell,” I yelled, sla wheel

I made a U-turn and headed to Cord’s He lived above his bar, and I kneould be hoone

After parking, I made my way around back and hit the intercom

It didn’t take long for him to answer

“This better be good!”

“It’s me…Mitch Can I come up?”

“Jesus You slept with her, didn’t you?”

“Can I come up or not, asshole?”

The door buzzed, and I took the steps two at a ti The bar took up the first two floors, the third and fourth housed Cord’s bachelor pad—except I was pretty sure he’d never actually brought a girl up here

The door to his place was open slightly, so I walked in I could s as I met Cord in the kitchen

“Coffee?” he asked, holding up a er?”

“Coffee and so at the countertop island

He poured so and set it in front of me “You know Tripp called dibs”