No Second Chances, Ex-husband
“Right now, let’s just enjoy the moment and feel alive. That’s all that matters.”
To make my point, I picked up another glass, raised it briefly in her direction, then threw it back, gulping the shot in one go. The burn seared down my throat, familiar, almost comforting.
What I didn’t expect was what came next.
Lauren’s hand darted forward, quick and decisive this time, and she took not one, but three shots in rapid succession. The third, fourth, and fifth glasses were emptied in less than a minute, each one leaving her cheeks redder, her eyes brighter, her lips curved in a smile that was equal parts mischievous and dangerous.
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