Cassie finally spotted him - by the bar, no less - and walked over to him. She walked up behind him, placing her hand on his glass to stop him from taking another drink, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “I told you I was cutting you off after four, Potter.” She kissed his cheek, “But you look good, so I’ll let it slide.”
Cassie brushed her lips against his cheek again and came off her tiptoes. She tucked herself beneath his arm, wrapping both of hers around his waist. “You should love me for coming.” She buried her head against him. “I hate everyone.”
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