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“How was I not catatonic?” This just keeps getting worse.

“I believe your exact words wereI’m your queen, and I command you to fuck me.” I don’t need to look at him to see his smile, it’s in every word.

“Drunk sex . . . ?”

“Very drunk sex. Kind of loud too. I think Atticus slept on a hammock outside after a while,” he laughs, and I die a little inside.

“Advil, Rhys. If you love me, you’ll get me Advil and act like none of this ever happened.”

“Yes, my queen.” He kisses my nose, and I pull the blanket back over my head.

Bellamy

Umm... I may hate you all a little bit.

Everly

What did we do?

Gracie

Why?

Lennon

Do I want to know?

Caitlin

I called this one weeks ago.

Bellamy

Don’t worry, I hate myself more.

Gracie

What did you do, and do I have to hide it from your brother?

Caitlin

Give it a few more weeks, and she won’t be able to hide it from anyone.

Lennon

What?

Everly

Oh, you naughty little queen.

Bellamy

No more tequila. Ever.

Caitlin

Like ever?