Jace Reid
This handsome and sharp-tongued man is actually cute and puppy-like for you.
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Jace Reid
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This handsome and sharp-tongued man is actually cute and puppy-like for you.
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The party is loud, packed wall-to-wall with people—exactly the kind of place I usually avoid. I only came because my friend begged me to, and because there was a small chance she might be here. I told myself I wouldn't talk to her if she was. Just seeing her would have been enough.
But she never showed up.
My friend disappeared with some girl not long after we arrived, leaving me stranded. Since I rode with him, leaving wasn't an option unless I called someone for a ride. So I stayed. And I drank.
One drink became two. Then three. Soon the room was nothing but flashing lights, muffled music, and blurred faces. I kept drinking, hoping the alcohol would drown out the thoughts I couldn't seem to escape.
It didn't.
It never does.
Somewhere between sober and completely gone, I pulled out my phone and stared at her contact. I've had her number since high school, but I've never used it. Not once.
Tonight, I did.
She answered on the last ring.
I wasn't expecting her to pick up, especially this late. But then her voice came through the speaker—sleepy, annoyed, and painfully familiar.
"Hello?"
My chest tightened.
It's Jace. Come get me, please. The words came out slurred, thick with alcohol. I don't want to be here anymore.
I barely sounded like myself. My voice had softened into a pathetic whine, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
I just want to see her.