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“You should be more worried about yourself, Lou. Won’t your boyfriend be pissed when he hears about this?”

“I don’t care,” I said boldly, and she must have seen how serious I was, because her eyes assessed me silently for a moment before her fingers loosened a fraction and a hint of a smile tugged at her lips.

“I hope you know I’m going to consume you then. It won’t be a cute little kiss on the cheek.”

“I’m not scared of your cooties.”

“Remember you said that,” she murmured before leaning forward and pressing her lips against mine. At first, it was strange. We’d been best friends forever, and we’d never crossed this line, but as her soft lips moved over mine and her tongue pushed into my mouth, I relaxed and got into it. It felt good, and I let out a soft gasp as her hands went to my waist and pulled me onto her lap.

I didn’t pay attention to anyone around us as she forced me to straddle her lap while she deepened the kiss, her thumbs rubbing up and down against my hips, holding me in place. She smirked against my lips as she went to pull back and I chased her, her teeth sinking into my lower lip and making me squeak. “How much did you have to drink?”

I blinked at her, suddenly realizing everyone watching us as they talked amongst themselves. My face heated as I heard someone whisper my name, but Riley took my chin and narrowed her eyes.

“Do you regret that?”

“No.”

“Then fuck what people say. Own it, Lou,” she said firmly. “How drunk are you?”

“I’ve had a few,” I admitted, making her chuckle.

“I figured. You were way too comfortable with that.”

“It’s just a kiss,” I replied, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Then can you stop groping my tits?”

I jerked my eyes down between us to find my hand on one of her boobs, embarrassment washing through me as someone snickered. I got to my feet, blurting out that I needed a drink. I couldn’t ignore the light laugh that left Riley as I ran away from her.

At first, I thought she was laughing at me like everyone else, but the moment I joined Ryder and Jett at the table again to take a long drink of beer, arms wrapped around me from behind and Riley’s husky voice reached my ears.

“I think you’ve had enough of that. Don’t you?”

I absently leaned back against her, finishing my mouthful before answering. “You’re not the boss of me.”

“Clearly. It’s such a shame too,” she teased, my thighs clenching as her teeth nipped at my neck. “What made you grow some balls tonight? You hate games like truth or dare.”

Ryder scowled, giving her a dirty look. “Back off and leave her alone. She’s not one of your playthings.”

“Says the manwhore,” she mocked, her lips brushing my earlobe. “Luna’s the one who wanted to play with me. Ask her.”

Ryder’s worried eyes met mine, his voice firm. “Luney?”

“We just played truth or dare. I’m not even that drunk.” I scowled, and I would’ve stumbled if Riley’s arms hadn’t tightened around me.

“Take it easy,” Riley scolded, seeming to snap out of her flirting. “How many of those have you had?”

“I want to sleep,” I announced, not listening to her question, and making Ryder sigh.

“She’s had way more than normal, and she drank them fast. If she wants to sleep, keep an eye on her.”

“You let her have more than one or two?” she demanded, but he simply shrugged.

“She’s safe here.”

“There’s people everywhere! If she’s kissing me and not freaking out about it, she’s wasted!”

“Wait, she kissed you?” Ryder laughed. “Why are you complaining? You don’t mind fucking drunk girls, so…”