“He’s not that drunk, just stupid drunk. He’ll sleep it off and be fine.” “I can tell there’s a headache in my future.” I pause and then sit up. “Wait . . . did I donate to the pigeons?” JP shakes his head. “I tried to get you to, but Kelsey stopped me.” “Thank fuck for that angel of yours.” I let out a large sigh, then grab the pillow Lia used, pulling it into my chest, where I give it a large squeeze. “Fuck, she smells so good. Like a field of flowers.” “I thought that’s what her pussy tasted like,” JP says. “You need to work on your descriptors.” “She’s just flowers everywhere. One giant
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