“I’ve got one!” Dylan throws a pillow my way.
“Get another room,” I correct myself, just as Jessica walks around the bed to grab her purse.
“Bye, Alex,” she says as she sashays toward the door, blowing Dylan a final kiss before she leaves.
Just as she walks out, I turn and look at Dylan. “You’re dirty as fuck.”
He sits up in bed, rubbing his face. “I know. What was I thinking?”
“You weren’t. I don’t remember her looking quite like that last night.” I try to think back, but honestly, the only thing on my mind right now is River. Her body against mine. The way she tastes. She’s like a poisoned apple and has already made her way through my veins. I can’t stop thinking about her, and it’s been less than an hour since I left. Goddammit.
“Beer goggles. Those sneaky bastards will make a two
