9
Austin
This was not how I’d thought the night would go.
Not at all.
I’d thought I’d be waist-deep in booze before the sun officially set, so I could happily forget the last week of my life. No matter that it was apparently the whole problem anyway.
And then there was Jules.
Standing there in tiny little cutoffs, her pale and perfect thighs revealed in all their f*****g glory. Her All Time Low tank top straining at her chest and showing a slice of her stomach. She’d slid her red hair off to one shoulder. Her nose ring complemented her studded ears…and there were tattoos for days. There was nothing f*****g sexier than a woman with ink. And I wanted nothing more than to trace every line on her curvy body.
But I knew that I probably shouldn’t want her.
I’d f****d up my first chance.
