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you most of the night, especially while we were dancing. He’s actually watching us right now.”
    I felt my cheeks burn, his observation making me feel uncomfortable.
    “Will’s just being protective. He’s known me since I was three or four, he’s like a big brother.”
    He nodded his head but didn’t look convinced. I looked around the room, not sure what else to say, and spotted Sasha with my brother. He had his arm thrown around her shoulder, and they were listening to something his friend Callum was telling them. Will was just to the side of them, leaning against the bar with his eyes on me. I swallowed but tried not to let the surprise I felt show on my face. Why the fuck was Will watching me ?
    He raised his glass and smiled, and I returned the gesture, feeling a little too warm and slightly uncomfortable.
    “So, Sarah Carter, when you gonna let me take you out?” Liam asked from beside me.
    My eyes met his. I was no longer just a little warm, I was burning up, about to ignite and combust in fact.
    “I don’t recall you asking to take me out, Liam Delaney.”
    “Well then let me rectify that. I’d really like to take you out for dinner or just for a drink if that’s what you’d prefer, and I’d really like it to be soon.”
    “How soon?”
    “Tomorrow night soon.”
    It didn’t matter how soon. I was all over that shit. If he’d had asked me to go right at that very moment to the all night burger and kebab van on the roundabout by the motorway exit, I would’ve said yes. I would’ve said yes to just about anything he asked. I was drunk and so fucking high on him and the fact that he was paying me attention and wanted to spend time with me that I could almost touch the sky. Almost, but not quite.
    The main problem with being so high was that it hurt so much more when you fell. It was even more painful to be dropped.
    Excruciating in fact.

“Get up and make me a coffee pleeeeeeaaaaaase,” Sasha begged from somewhere beside me.
    “Why are you in my bed again, please enlighten me?”
    “No clue, I think we made tea and toast and then we were talking and must’ve just fallen asleep in here.”
    “Ahh yeah. I vaguely remember. See this is the reason I don’t drink. I bet we had a really great night last night, but I remember very little after my brother blew out his cake.”
    “Candles.”
    “What?” I wanted to open my eyes and give Sasha my best what-the-fuck-are–you-talking-about look, but my head hurt too much.
    “He blew out his candles, not his cake. You said ‘cake’.”
    “Again, another reason I don’t drink, it makes me stupid.”
    “Meeehhh, don’t think that can be blamed entirely on alcohol.”
    I bent my knee and kicked backwards like a donkey until the flat of my foot made contact with my friend’s arse.
    “Oofff! What the fuck was that for? Keep on, and I won’t remind you that you need to get up soon and start getting ready for your big date tonight.”
    My eyes flew open. I sat up and the room swayed. I closed my eyes and laid back down, all the while my stomach churned.
    “Holy shit. Liam Delaney. How did I forget about him?”
    “My point exactly when it comes to you blaming alcohol on your stupidity.”
    “Do you wanna walk across the landing and go back to your own cold bed?”
    “Do you want wardrobe advice and your hair curled later.”
    Yes, indeed I did. I remained silent and hoped that the bed, the room, and our house, would all stop moving.
    “Exactly.”
    Neither of us spoke for a few minutes.
    “Fuck my head hurts,” Sasha finally whispered.
    “Hm hm,” was all I had.
    “Fuck, you’ve got a date with a smoking hot Aussie tonight.”
    My insides and my toes all curled at once. I did, I really did have a date with a smoking hot Aussie tonight.
    “Will you shut up? I already feel sick.”
    “Noted.”
    “I really need coffee. What time is it?”
    “No clue. Not sure what was in my gin, or those tequila shots, or that champagne last night,