EXCERPT: It’s after midnight by the time we pull up to my house. As Vincent shifts the car into park, he looks over at me uncomfortably. “I hate to ask this, but…” He winces. “Would I be able to use your restroom? It’s a long drive to Malibu and I really don’t want to stop.” I’m so drunk at this point, I could care less if he asked to spend the night. “Sure,” I slur, gesturi
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