Page 36 of Palm South University: Season 3

I burst out laughing, Clinton’s mouth still on my neck. It’s not a cute laugh, either. It’s loud and obnoxious, more like a cackle than anything else, but I can’t help it. When I realize I’m actually laughing, I flush with embarrassment, which only makes me laugh harder.

Clinton presses up to balance on his palms, eyeing me like I’m crazy before giving in to a fit of laughter, too.

“We are so drunk,” I say through the giggles, eyes tearing up.

He laughs even harder, the sound deep and comfortable as he rolls to the side to lie down next to me, his hands grabbing for his stomach. He can’t catch air, both of us hysterical.

“That felt so weird, didn’t it?” he asks.

“SO weird,” I agree, and we both break into another spell of laughter, ribs burning and eyes blurred with tears.

When we finally settle down, I lean into him and he tucks me under his arm, fingers playing with my hair as we watch the clouds float over the moon.

“I love you, Skyler,” he says, tone serious.

“I know,” I say, giving his middle a slight squeeze. “I love you, too.”

“Thank you for this weekend. I finally feel a little like myself again.”

“So, my best friend’s back?”

He chuckles, kissing my forehead. “Back and better than ever, baby.”

I smile with a sigh, closing my eyes and finally letting the booze take me under.

Mission accomplished.