I looked at the beer in my hands and let out a humorless laugh. He caught my gaze and then shocked me by getting down on his knees in front of me. “Pour it,” he said. “Cam,” I sighed. “I don’t need to be petty.” “It would feel kind of good though, right?” Doing the same thing he’d done to me all those years ago? I turned it over in my head, mulling on it as I held his baby blues. Yeah. Well. There was a time and place to take the highroad, but he was right. I tipped the beer and poured it over his head. It rushed down his face and dripped down his shirt, glistening as it doused him. I
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