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Lucas West tagged you in a photo

I squinted at the blurry photo, extra glad we hadn’t been let in last night. Christ. The club had been packed, not that Lucas had suffered. He was wearing a big smile as he stood next to the girl I assumed was his Little—and a bunch of other people who were laughing, drinking, and dancing.

You missed out last night!

“Ugh. Hardly.” I returned my phone to my nightstand and rolled over. I wasn’t ready to get up—wait. Was Reese in the kitchen? I heard some clanking. “Bro! Shut up!”

“So you don’t want bacon and pancakes?” he hollered back.

Goddammit. I buried my face in the pillow.

I wanted bacon and pancakes.