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Champagne for My Real Friends
“Are you sure I should even come with you to this party?” Savannah called down the hallway. She’d changed into a white romper that made her tan legs look like they went on for days. She sat on the edge of the bed and strapped on her nude wedges.
“Yes,” he called back.
“But it’s for the basketball team.”
She stood from the bed just as Lucas walked in, looking all exasperated. Then, he got a glimpse of her. He stared at her with his jaw unhinged.
“Uh…do I look okay?” She pulled her long, dark hair over one shoulder.
“Maybe you shouldn’t go.”
“Wait, what? You were the one who told me to go to this thing. Now, you’re uninviting me? d**k move.”
“Every person at the party is going to hit on you.”
She puffed out a breath. “Shut up. No, they won’t.”
“I’m
