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She sed past a lump that had suddenly formed in her throat “I asked you first,” she croaked
“Obviously, I don’t know” He rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose
“Why are you nervous?” she hissed Drake was normally a calh that she could recognize when he was nervous After all, they’d been best friends for almost their whole lives
His bloodshot eyes flashed to hers and his forehead creased “I can’t re shots”
“What do you ? You’re naked!” she shrieked
He pressed a hand to his te my head hurt worse I don’t need continuous updates on our lack of clothing”
She clutched the sheet to her chest Tears pricked her eyes “Drake, did we…?”
He held a hand up “Don’t say it There has to be a good explanation”
“But we’re both…” She dashed a tear off her cheek
“Don’t cry That’s hoe got into this situation in the first place”
Placing her hands on her hips, she hissed, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
He covered his eyes “Pull the sheet back up, Love”
Realizing she’d let it fall to the floor, she screa the fabric around her body “This can’t be happening”
He motioned toward the bathroom “Put soh”
“Don’t tell me what to do”
“Go in the bathroom,” he demanded
“You go in the bathroo the sheet in her palms
“Love”