My heart was really going crazy. Not to mention that I could barely see straight or form a complete sentence. This was a terrible idea… But I was going along with it because I knew that after tonight, none of it would matter. One last hoorah. “Alright, come on, hot stuff,” Tate grabbed me by the arm and dragged me up the walkway. “It’s showtime.” “I’m gonna tell Ben about me and you,” I slurred as we walked up the front steps, and Tate rang the doorbell.
