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Trevor cracked his eyes open with a groan. His swollen left eye was considerably harder to open than the right. His head felt like it was filled with sand and his mouth tasted like ass. Not that he really knew how ass tasted, but it seemed like an educated guess.
Maybe I should ask Rob about it sometime…
He went to raise his hand to wipe the grit from his eyes, but was brought up short by something pinning his arms behind his back. One of his arms was tingling from lying on it. He craned his neck over his shoulder to look.
Handcuffs? Ugh, what happened last night?
His first, fleeting thoughts of a potential amorous encounter gone awry were quickly scattered by his surroundings. He was lying on his side in the back seat of a familiar car. He winced as the skin of his bare forearm de
