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49 - Conditions

Author: Saree
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*Still Prom Night*

~Kylie’s Point of View~

“Yo can I get a swig of that,” I say, pointing at the flask Jules is holding. She shrugs and I throw back a quick drink then instantly regret it.

I swallow hard, then blow out a massive breath as the burn goes all the way down, its never ending.

“Gin?? How fucking old are you? Did you raid your great-grandfather’s liquor cabinet,” I squeal, then move toward the refreshment table for some punch.

The female just looks at me like I’m the weirdo.

It’s been about an hour of the weirdest night imaginable and right now as I watch Hazel and Hector dance, yeah … I needed a drink.

I have no idea what is even going on, I can’t get that kiss out of my head. I’ve danced with Levi once since then, and it was basically a staring contest until I caved and put my head on his chest. His wolf said hello every time I did it, and I felt like it was a secret he was giving away.

A tell that he likes me. His wolf likes me. He can’t hide that. A part of me
Saree

What's that important thing she forgot? Ohhh we'll see!

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