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The plan was so stupid it was hard to believe it'd been mine. Of course, it wasn't until I was in the middle of the crowded nightclub that I realised what a terrible idea it was. I couldn't seduce Nathan in this crush – he couldn't hear a word I said. I needed privacy. And a truckload more courage than I could ever possess.
It took him ten minutes of waiting before he could buy me a drink from the bar – hardly enough liquid courage to bolster my bravery.
So when Nathan asked me if I wanted to go home, I was so happy, I kissed him.
I'd finished two of my stubbies by the time Nathan pulled into an unfamiliar driveway. My head was swimmy with the alcohol. Nathan swirled it round further by lifting me from the car and spinning me around. The empty bottle in my hand slipped from
