SAMANTHA “Ma—tthew?!” I gasped in shock, moving away from him and staggered a little. “Sorry.”I mumbled my apology. Even though I was a little tipsy—drunk from the little I drank, I could feel his anger toward me.If he was mad because I hugged him, even though I never knew it was him, I had no idea.My head felt heavy, as if an invisible weight had been dumped on it. My neck ached as I tried to crane my neck to gaze at the grumpy 19-year-old boy—man in front of me, the same one I had foolishly fallen in love with.“Let’s go home.” Matt groaned and grabbed my hand before I could crash into whatever was behind me. I heard a faint voice, cussing behind me but I didn't turn to have a look. “Home?” I mumbled, shaking my head like I have better things to do than go home with grumpy Matt. “I’m not going home yet.”“You're drunk?” he sneered, pulling me into his embrace. My face collided with his wide chest, and I inhaled the intoxicating scent of his rich cologne. I moaned, chuckling a
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