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Fucking Nathaniel Essex and I were scary alike in some ways.
“You don’t like feeling like the damsel in distress, Essex? You’re lucky you’re so fucking heavy, or I’d try to carry you out just to emasculate you further.”
“You okay?” Nate asked as I abandoned Carly and Heath to head over to the bar for some water. Maybe I was too drunk? I nodded but couldn’t wipe the confused frown off my face even if I tried. I requested my water from the bartender, then turned to Nate, who was watching me with narrowed, suspicious eyes.
Logically, I knew he just didn’t want to be overheard, but my stupid pulse was racing at how close we were all of a sudden. Like my dumb-ass lizard brain thought he was going to kiss me. Where the fuck had that thought come from?
He offered Nate his shoulder, and the two of them exited the party arm in arm wearing nothing but their boxer shorts. Hot. Okay, Ashley, where the fuck did that thought come from?
