“Ain’t gotta stay out all night,” Lionel’s saying as I approach them. “Take the party back to my place.” My fists clench. I doubt he cares that she’s three sheets to the wind. “Not happening,” I say. Reese brazenly meets my eyes. Her cheeks are bright pink from alcohol. “Ugh, you.” “Yeah, ugh, me.” I stare at her. “Stop acting like a brat and get up.” “Rude.” A smile tilts her lips, and she extends a hand. “This is—” “I know who he is,” I snap.
