“Holy shit,” Oli muttered. “Oh god, my life flashed before my eyes, thinking you were younger. At least you can legally drink.” “That somehow makes it better?” I tilted my head. “I mean, you’re standing there covered in brain and blood, but you’re worried about me being unable to legally buy a drink. Maybe you should think about your priorities?” “At least I won’t go to jail for fucking you,” Vas muttered, and Sacha ran a hand over his face.
