Ah yes, the bestie. Best guess? She’s tonsil-deep on a DJ’s turntable…if you get my meaning. He’s a douche, but she likes him. Plus, our room is a hep B containment center.” Are you?” she huffs. “You married some guy you just met in Las Vegas. What do you expect me to think?” Because it’s loud, mad. Her voice is slicing my brain open. She’s too loud for the delicate balance I’m barely holding on to. That balance between wanting to puke my guts up or just giving up and finding a bench to sleep this hangover off, hobo-style.

We make our way, arm in arm, laughing and talking too loud toward the bar at the far end of the outdoor area. Our bodies are still warm from the last time we were here downing shots. But that’s the fun of Vegas. Getting drunk and in the best kind of trouble. There she goes, pulling another smile out of me. I capture my bottom lip between my teeth and let it drag out slowly before I launch more playful sarcasm in her direction. I can’t help it. This girl brings out the devil in me. I adored Eleanor... yes, she was kind of slutty, but it was kind of cute!!! I liked that she wasn't like the usual girls and I liked her craziness and wildness!!! They don’t owe me anything. If one of us succeeds, we all do. Plus, there’s no better defensive end or wide receiver in this league.”He pauses like he’s waiting for one of us to come clean. I glance over at Eleanor, and she’s sitting there like a gangster, riding and probably dying on the inside but still holding strong with an incredibly unnerved demeanor.

She gives me a little push. But as I’m turning, I feel her hand slip into mine, drawing my eyes down to see them joined, making me smile. That girl I married: I just want you to know that you’re my soulmate. They can take away my last name, but they can never take away our love—also, refresh my memory? What’s your last name?

I finally read this one and y'all, the hype is real. This book is HILARIOUS, SUPER spicy, and just an all around fun read. And OMG, the audiobook is full cast and it was AMAZING, so many favorite narrators! If you need a good smutty palate cleanser, look no further. The music dies down, and I can feel people staring at us, but I couldn’t care less. I don’t even care if they hear us or if I look like a beggar.