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"So," I say

"So," they reply in unison

"What the hell happened last night?" I ask "How did no one say, ‘Woe probably shouldn’t all get h," Harlow says "I knee should have been classier"

"I’ to bla to blame Finn’s impressive cock" Harlow takes a sip froroan "No, I’m serious," Harlow says "And son is into some stuff, let me tell you He’s a bossy little shit"

"Annul hiht"

"What happened with Ansel?" Lola asks

"Apparently a lot" Instinctively, I rub er over my bottom lip "I’m not sure we actually slept I’m disappointed I don’t re"

"Anal?" Harlow asks in a reverent whisper

"No! God Put ten dollars in the Whore Jar," I tell her "You’re such a troll"

"I bet the French guy could get it," Harlow says "You look like you were pounded"

Memories rise like smoke in front ofover me, fists curled around the pillowcase beside my head

The sharp snap of his teeth when I licked across the head of his cock

My hand splayed across the giantthe heat of his breath on the back of , Laisse-toi aller, pour moi Co to pull myself back into the present "What happened with you and Oliver?" I ask Lola, redirecting

She shrugs "Honestly, by the ti the chapel, we both started to sober up Harloas in their suiteall kinds of noises You and Ansel were in ours"