ASHLEY
“What was that all about?” Ryan asks, fingers fumbling at the zipper like he’s trying not to notice I can barely stand still.
I think I mumble something—God knows what. The room is spinning. My bra strap snaps off my shoulder and I just let it hang there because I genuinely cannot be f****d to fix it. My hands are sticky. My mouth tastes like five different cocktails and one stupid mistake.
My knees hit the edge of the bed and I sit like I’ve been dropped.
Fuck.
I am drunk.
Like—drunk drunk.
Like—I should not have let Beckett kiss me in the bathroom drunk.
“Kara,” I say finally, dragging my dress down my legs like it’s the one thing that’s strangling me. “She’s evil. She kept handing me drinks like I wouldn’t notice.”
Ryan chuckles. He thinks I’m cute like this. That’s the
