Where We Belong by Giffin Emily

Author:Giffin, Emily [Giffin, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2012-07-24T06:00:00+00:00

"ENOUGH! ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH!" Quinn weasels her way between Levi and me, grabbing onto my hand. "I love you both and you're both hot as hell, and it's sexy watching you dance, but I need my girl back." Quinn starts yanking me off the dance floor and I turn to look at Levi, but he already has another girl wrapped in his arms. I smile warmly…he needs that. He winks once and then spins the lucky girl in the opposite direction.

I've had several more drinks and a few shots so my mind is a bit foggy, but it feels good to let loose. "Quinn. Slow down. I can't keep up with your ostrich legs!" A small laugh leaves my lips and I stumble, ramming into Quinn's back when she stops in her tracks.

She turns to look at me with a huge smile on her face. "Did you just call me an ostrich?" she asks.

I furrow my brow. "Uhhhh…no?"

She shakes her head and laughs. Turning around, she pulls my hand and starts dragging me behind her again. "You're drunk and I LOVE IT!" she sings over the music as we step up to the bar.

"No." I shake my head swiftly. "No more drinks. I need to function tomorrow."

"Pfffff." She waves her hand, dismissing my protest. "But you're right, no more drinks." Oh God. She doesn't give up that easy. What the hell is sh—

"Yo, Mike!" The sexy, tatted-up bartender looks our way and tips his chin. What the hell is up with that? Why do guys tip their chin? It’s official…I don't like the 'chin tip.’ "I need two Tijuana Hookers. PRONTO!" My eyes widen and my head, along with every other head at the bar, spins in Quinn's direction.

"What the hell is a Tijuana Hooker? I don't want a Tijuana Hooker. What's in a Tijuana Hooker?" I rapid-fire questions at her.

"You'll love it! Trust me," she says dismissively.

"Seriously, Quinn, when I said 'no more drinks,' I didn't mean let's do shots."

"Lighten up, tight-ass," she quips, smacking me hard on the butt and then rubbing the sting. I swat her hand away and she laughs. Mr. Tatted and Sexy—yup, I named him too—slides four shot glasses in front of us. Wait a minute. Didn't she order two shots? Leaning forward, I peek in the glasses and sniff.

"What. The. Fuck. Is that pickle juice? You're out of your ever-lovin’ mind if you think I'm going to—" Quinn covers my mouth with her hand and I resist the urge to lick it. Who cares if I'm twenty-seven, it would still be funny as shit!

Leaning in close, she whispers in my ear. "Listen. You know I have no problem making a scene. In fact, I've already got the attention of almost every man at this bar. So you have two choices. One, you take the shot of tequila and chase it with your pickle juice." I try to make a disgusted face, but her hand prevents my nose from crinkling. "Or two, I'm going to kiss you in front of all of these men.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.