I have a shit ton of missed calls and messages from my family waiting for me. That’s what I get for letting my phone die overnight. But what can I say? I was a little preoccupied when I left the bar last night. Flashbacks dance through my mind. The sassy stranger with her dark hair fanned across the motel room pillow. My hands exploring her soft curves. Her tattooed ankle draped over my shoulder. Her raspy moans bouncing off the walls. Shit. Tough Girl is Felix’s sister. And apparently, my roommate while I’m here. What kind of fucked-up plot twist is this? More importantly, how am I supposed
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