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"Thank God you’re here," he whispered softly, and irl at your three o’clock went hoht and now thinks she has soht?"

And there went huselessly on the floor Was thatyep! That was Eli stoot my throat to work, all that ca throughout the bar

"You’re the best, Pay!" His ainst s where he sat on the bar stool--caging me in between hi into and the line where his ed across my neck were on fire Where his arh

But that could have also been because I was on the verge of tears

This wasn’t the first ti shot--and I kneouldn’t be the last Yet every time I expected it to be different I expected hi And just like every other time, I swore to et his psychotic girlfriends or one-nighters to go away

I al for him

Everyone in the bar erupted into cheers and yells of displeasure, snapping me out ofthroughout the bar Eli’s ar ain

"I’s all day today, but when I was about to leave here, Laura showed up and tried to cooes first Swear to God though, I’lance confirers at ain To anyone else, he probably looked like he hispering anything frohty prorabbed the mostly-full Guinness in front of me "This yours?" I don’t knohy I asked, who else drank Guinness other than Eli?

"Of cour--"

"Great" Without asking, I tipped the large glass back toleft but relass and set it on the counter before turning me to face him "Christ, Pay, as that? You hate Guinness"

I do hate it Like really, really hate it Oh God, how do people enjoy that stuff? My sto a face as if I’d just downed a shot of tequila Looking past his head, I contemplated how fast I could make it to the door when Eli cupped , did you have a bad day?"