“Maven,” I whisper, and she licks her lips, like she knows what’s coming. “I—” A wail travels down the hall and cuts me off. My head snaps toward June’s room, and panic rushes through me. “Shit,” I curse, and I try to pull myself off of Maven. The tequila spills, and my foot gets caught under a cushion. “I need—” “You need to calm down first,” Maven says, and she gestures to where I’m still hard. “I’ll get her.” “But she—” “I’ve got it, Dallas. Really.” She pops off the couch and takes the bottle from my hands. “You trust me, right?” “Yes,” I say, and I crane my neck, hoping I can see
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