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“How was I not catatonic?” This just keeps getting worse.
“I believe your exact words wereI’m your queen, and I command you to fuck me.” I don’t need to look at him to see his smile, it’s in every word.
“Drunk sex . . . ?”
“Very drunk sex. Kind of loud too. I think Atticus slept on a hammock outside after a while,” he laughs, and I die a little inside.
“Advil, Rhys. If you love me, you’ll get me Advil and act like none of this ever happened.”
“Yes, my queen.” He kisses my nose, and I pull the blanket back over my head.
Bellamy
Umm... I may hate you all a little bit.
Everly
What did we do?
Gracie
Why?
Lennon
Do I want to know?
Caitlin
I called this one weeks ago.
Bellamy
Don’t worry, I hate myself more.
Gracie
What did you do, and do I have to hide it from your brother?
Caitlin
Give it a few more weeks, and she won’t be able to hide it from anyone.
Lennon
What?
Everly
Oh, you naughty little queen.
Bellamy
No more tequila. Ever.
Caitlin
Like ever?
