“I’m gonna make you proud when I’m gone,” he declared, wrapping his arms around me—and tipping half his bottle of beer down my hoodie in the process. “And I’m gonna keep my dick in my pants.” “Uh, thanks?” “Sure, sure,” he agreed, still slurring. “Oh shite, babe, did I make you wet?” “Uh, just a little bit,” I confirmed, wincing when the liquid trickled down my back. Slipping my hoodie off, I rolled it into a ball and threw it in the direction of our tent. “That didn’t go as far as I planned,”
