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“Just drink it.”

I pursed my lips and took a swig. The liquid burned my throat, my eyes watering as I gagged.

“Theo, if we keep drinking your shit, we’ll be smashed.”

“And? It’s that, or we drink Jax’s shit. At least I know what’s inthis.”

He had a point.

“So, how long has it been?” Theo whispered in my ear as I turned to meet his azure gaze. Fuck, he wasbeautiful.

“Since what?” I asked, my brow furrowed.

“Your last fuck.” He frowned, sipping more of the flask.

I chewed on my lip as he studied me, shaking his head. “I bet it’s been weeks—”

“Last night,” I blurted out as his eyes flashed with surprise.

Gripping my waist, Theo thrust the drink to my lips. I drank it gratefully this time- anything to not listen to his next words.

“You dirty bitch. Who was the lucky man?”

I took a long drink, the alcohol now flowing through my veins as I decided to be honest. “Just a quarterback in the year below.”

Theo’s eyes narrowed, his finger tracing my arm as he studied me.

“I see. Was it good?”

I shrugged, loving the feeling of his fingers on my skin.

“If it wasgood, why am I making you wet right now?” Theo whispered into my ear, his lips softly kissing my throat as I moved away instinctively.

How does he know that?!

He hasn’t even touched me in that way.

“You’re not—” I stammered as he cut me off.

“Don’t lie, baby. It doesn’t suit you.” Theo smirked, placing his hands on either side of me, his body resting against mine. I’d clearly drunk too much, my body melting against his touch as he met my eyes.

“You’re fuckingbeautiful, Han.”

“You’re drunk and horny,” I whispered.

“So? No one makes me this hard.”

“You could have anyone here. Fuck with someone else. You can’t do that to me. I won’t let you.” I breathed as Theo looked down at me intensely, his fingers digging into my ass as he pulled me up to him.

“That’s what you think I’d do to you? That I’d fuck your head up? I’d marry you, Han, Iswearto God.”

Rationality was leaving me now, and I became irritated that he could spin these lines to me, and even worse, that I would fall for them.

“This isn’t fair. I’m drunk,” I groaned as he made a face.

“You’re not. So fuck it.”

Theo’s lips met mine, and electricity crackled in the air between us. His tongue slid into my mouth, and mine met it immediately. I moaned against him as he pressed me closer, his hand pushing my skirt up as his fingers met the slickness of my core. He expertly moved the thin fabric of my underwear, inserting a finger into my wetness as I gasped against him. My body bucked against him as he swiftly moved in and out of me, finger fucking me with expertise.