Page 122 of Connectio

Carly laughs. “Why?”

“Because if he keeps this up, this sexy, sweaty, fuckable rock god stuff, that’s all we’ll be doing… screwing.”

Alexis stands up and gathers our empty wine glasses. “Welcome to my life.”

“And mine.” Carly stands and helps her. “You know, we should have our own band name, like how the wives and girlfriends of footballers are called WAGs.”

“How ‘bout the Burnt Burgers?” Alexis suggests.

What an awful name.

“Yes!” Carly laughs. “Perfect!”

“How is that perfect?” I ask.

She clutches her waist. “Trust me, it is.”

“So would my fellow Burnt Burgers like another glass of wine?” Alexis jiggles while holding up the empty flutes.

“Is that even a question?” Carly replies.

I shrug. “Sure, why not.”

* * *

We continueto drink and fawn over the guys as they play Alexis her Fleetwood, some Kings, followed by Muse, and finishing with “My Generation”. I’ve never had so much silly fun, dancing around, singing along, drinking, and trying to play pool, to the point of not wanting to leave. Ever!

“M-m-mummm myyyyy generation,” I sing, twirling around.

“Someone’s having fun.” Will slides his hand across the small of my back and tugs me to him.

I stop twirling and look around the room for the fun person. “Who?”

“Annnd a bit too much to drink.” He chuckles and takes my wine glass from my hand.

“Hey!” I pout. “I have nnnot.”

“Sweetheart”—he tips the glass upside down—“it’s empty. And the song is finished.”

Snapping my head from left to right, I realise he’s correct just as the room starts spinning. “Wheeeeee!” I giggle. “Who moved the ground?” I look down at our feet, trying to find the culprit.

Carly laughs. “I’ve never seen her this drunk. It’s excellent!”

“Lies!” I point at her but somehow poke Will. “I’ve never sssseen youuu this drunk.”

“I’m over here.” She waves her three hands.

“I think it’s time to get you in bed,” Will says.

I shimmy down his tree-trunk body. “Yesss. Let’s do the bed.”

“As kinky as that sounds, sweetheart, I’ll pass.”

“You pass? Y-You can’t pass. I pass.” I try to shimmy back up, but my body won’t work. “Wh… why am I nnnot working?” I fall back onto my bum and roll around, laughing. “I’m not working.” I snort.

“Oh goodness! Please tell me you’re staying in one of the suites,” Alexis says.

“We are.” Will scoops me up as if I’m a little flower.