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was starting the ignition.
    “Where are we going?” I asked, half conscious.
    “Hospital. Are you okay?”
    “We can’t. I don’t want to stress Mom out.”
    “Jules, you have drugs in your system.”
    “I think I’m better. Please?”
    He hesitated before jumping out of his seat and coming back around to check up on me. “Are your parents home?”
    I shook my head. Mom was out on a date. Zoey was at a friend’s house choreographing a new dance routine, and I was pretty sure that if Mom was out, there was no way that Dad was staying home.
    “Then I’m spending the night with you. I’ll sneak out in the morning.”
    Scar took a sharp turn. We didn’t live far away, and in the last thirty seconds when he said he’d spend the night with me, I felt all the drugs drain from my system. While there was nothing more that I wanted, I wasn’t sure how we’d make it happen or how I’d be able to fall asleep. My imagination immediately went on its own cruise of him holding me and fondling me the way I’d always imagined.
    “Nothing would have happened, Scar. Brad suffers from a PSD syndrome,” I giggled. Okay, so maybe not all the drugs had left my body.
    “PSD? Don’t you mean PTSD? And from what?”
    “No, I meant PSD, as in, pretty soft dick.”
    “Oh, Jules. Don’t talk about other guys’ dicks to me. Wait, did he try anything with you? Was I too late?” he asked, turning around to the back.
    “Pay attention to the road. No, he didn’t get that far.”
    Once we got home, Scar guided me to my room. He brought me a bottle of water and helped me change into a t-shirt. And I was too woozy to object to being seen in my bra and panties. Scar covered me with not only my comforter but also layers of blankets before kissing my head.
    “Where are you going to sleep?” I asked.
    “With you. Scoot over.”
    He climbed in my bed and positioned himself behind me. Seriously? I felt my entire body stiffen like a surf board as his arms wrapped around me and he brought my body to his, spooning me.
    “Don’t worry, Jules. You’re my friend. I wouldn’t try anything with you.”
    Too bad.
    “I’m sorry he took advantage of you, Jules.”
    “Thank you for being there.” My voice sounded slurred and off-tone. “For what it’s worth, he’s the worst kisser I’ve ever had.”
    Oh, God! Why was I saying that!
    “That’s because you haven’t had a good kisser. If it were me kissing you, you’d melt in my arms. I’d kiss you like you were the only one in this world, and my kiss would last with you forever.”
    My muscles tensed up again.
    “Relax, I promise not to touch you. Good night, Jules.”
    Did he feel how my body froze the moment he mentioned kissing me? And why did it feel so hot under the comforters? I wished I could throw them off just to have Scar closer, beside me. I didn’t want anything separating us. The desperation to actually kiss him made my lips tingle. Or maybe it was still the GHB in my system? My eyes felt heavy and the strength to turn around and test his theory of his being a better kisser drained away too quickly.
    “Good night, Scar.” Happy to have his name leave on my last conscious breath, I closed my eyes.
    One thing that I learned about Scar that night was that he was the best, best friend, a girl could have. And that he definitely didn’t suffer from PSD.
     

 
    C HAPTER 4
     
    Present time
     
    I didn’t know what had possessed me to go to the strip club on my own. It had been almost a week since Scar had appeared at the hospital, and I felt like a zombie. My job became routine, and I kept tuning people out, which definitely wasn’t a good sign for an ER doctor. The past week had been torture. In my mind, I’d been going over every single event that had happened between me and Scar when we were young, as well as during our short reunion in Colorado six years ago where he not only saved my life but also brought me to the most unbelievable climax in my life. Scar Wagner