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Using my boot, I kick off excess gravel and sit. "Our professor says the first step to welding is getting pretty f*cking pissed."
She blinks. "Pissed, as in drunk? Or, like, angry?"
"Furious. Foaming at the mouth."
She lifts a brow. "Well, since I don't have rabies, do I still qualify?"
"Tough, but we'll see."
I cross my legs, putting my palms face down on either of my knee in what is known as a thinking pose. Trees sway to the chilly night air, the sound of crickets and crinkling leaves breaking the silence from time to time. Emma mirrors my actions. "So what now?"
"Take a deep breath."
Wrong idea. When she inhales, her breasts jut forward and I feel my mouth dry. "I didn't say suck in all the air," I snap.
She trains a glare on me. "I was just following your instructions."
