Her eyebrows dart up. And then she bursts out laughing. “Rah, rah love? Seriously?” “Yeah, sorry. That was probably a little much,” I laugh. “But seriously Becca, think about it. Why can’t I fuck around and have fun? The guys do it all the time.” Understatement of the year. My brother and his friends make an Olympic sport out of no-strings sex, and they are all gold-medalists—many times over. I thrust my shoulders back. “And if anyone needs a redo, it’s me and Justin.” That part was true at least. I needed to erase the memories of that night and replace them with something sweeter. It’s more
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