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QB:

So what are you guys doing now that you’re here?

I glance over at Charlotte, who’s already set her phone down and is currently peeling the foil off the top of the champagne by the wet bar, three champagne flutes lined up in front of her.

ME:

Currently, we’re about to drink a bottle of expensive champagne, then make use of the jacuzzi.

QB:

Damn. Sounds more fun than an early curfew and going through plays in your head until you finally pass out.

I bite back a laugh, then type with shaking fingers.

ME:

Maybe we can see you sometime tomorrow.

QB:

Where are you staying?

ME:

The Marlowe, same as you. Had to pull some strings last minute for flights and hotels.

I have no idea how Damon will react to the fact I had to use my family’s name and money to get us here, but he might as well know now.

QB:

However, you managed it, I’m just glad you’re here. I was worried you wouldn’t make it.

ME:

I wasn’t going to miss it if I could help it.

QB:

Can I make a confession?

ME:

Always.

My chest tightens, unsure of what he might say.

QB:

I can’t stop thinking about that kiss.

Heat floods my cheeks as I stare at my phone, blinking like this might be a dream. Like I’m fifteen all over again, waiting for him to text me back, butterflies erupting in my stomach with each notification.

ME:

It was a good kiss.

QB: