“I was gonna ask if you wanted to take a break and hydrate.” She shook her head, smiling. “My tongue was all gummy.”
“This is so dumb. My anxiety is my worst enemy, I swear.”
“Actually, Harmony is. Or was. Anxiety gets the first place back tomorrow.” Maeve gave a little chuckle, too. “For now, let’s get f****d up.”
“You do have class tomorrow afternoon,” I reminded her.
“So I’ve got all morning to be hungover!”
“Then…” I raised my glass. “Let’s get f****d up.”
Laddu heaved a sigh as if he knew it was going to be a long night.
* * * *
There was some sloppy make-out time, but we were too giggly to get very far, which was just right. Even though I had a residual tequila headache when I woke, it was still so, so nice to roll over and see Maeve there. She’d washed her face before bed—wh
