FATED TO F*CK
Blue shook his head and gently removed her hands from his face.
“Pie,” Katleya whispered.
“You’re drunk,” Blue said softly and kissed her forehead instead.
He went back to the spot on the floor where they had been drinking earlier and took another swig of beer. Katleya followed and sat beside him. When she tried to reach for another bottle, he stopped her.
“You’ve had enough, Kat.”
“I’m not drunk,” she protested and suddenly sat on his lap.
Blue’s eyes widened at the sight before him. He struggled not to stare, but as she lingered on his lap, his body betrayed him. Their faces grew so close—barely two inches apart—ready to meet in a kiss.
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