"Of course," he said soothingly, not letting me finish my sentence. He smoothed a lock of hair out of my face. "Just come party with us for a couple of hours. Get drunk with me. This day will seem like nothing but a bad nightmare. It's going to be okay." My brain was screaming at me not to trust him, but my heart, and the lost lonely girl that resided permanently inside of me, was desperate for this to be real. For everything not to have been ruined. I'd just go and have a couple of drinks, and then it would be over and everything would be fine. I'd seen the guys in action. They could fix
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