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Blake and the blonde, I make my way to Sophie's car. Thank God, the doors are unlocked. Opening the door, I take my place in the passenger’s seat, but as I reach out to shut the door, a hand grabs it, preventing me from closing it. My stomach plummets to the ground before I have time to look up and realize its Blake. “Oh, thank God! You scared the shit out of me,” I breathe, clutching my stomach.
    “Sorry, beautiful, but I can't let you leave without a proper goodbye.” He squats down beside me so that we're eye level. “Allie, I hope you understand why I stopped you earlier?”
    I try not to look at him, but his eyes capture mine. “I get it, Blake. I'm sorry.”
    “No. Hell no. Don't apologize, Al. I want you, but as I've told you many times before, I want all of you, not part of you.” He pulls me to him by the back of my head and places a kiss onto my forehead. “I'll see you at Soph's. And you'll need to drive. Slutty Sophie's a little slurry.” He tosses me the keys and heads back to his truck. Okay, so I’m totally against driving under the influence, but between the erratic breathing, rapid heart rate, and perfused sweating, my head is no longer fuzzy; I believe I can manage the drive.
    Patiently, I sit in the car waiting on Soph to come out, but she doesn't. Now, I've got to go in there and hog tie her ass to get her out. I take a deep breath in to prepare myself for the rumble I'm about to experience. I pull open the door to Willie's, and to my surprise, I collide with a woman stripping from her clothes, piece by piece.
    “Let's go, girl. Shit, it's hot! Are you hot?” She's stumbling and throwing her clothes to the ground.
    “Whoa, woman! Put that back on,” I encourage, pulling her shirt back down. “Get in the car.” I open the door and shove her into the seat
    “Hey! Easy!” I cut her off by shutting the door in her face - never fails. She gets shit-faced every time we go out. She doesn't tolerate alcohol very well. Tequila and Soph have a love-hate relationship. You know the song “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off” by Joe Nichols? Well, that's exactly what liquor does to her.
    Making my way around her candy-apple red convertible Mustang, I hop into the driver’s seat and crank the engine. Before backing out, I take a look at Sophie; her cheek’s smashed up against the door with her hair hanging out the window.
    “Al, if you don't turn on the AC, I'm going to reach over and give you the nipple twister of your life. I'm scorching over here!”
    I do as she commands, because we all know how badly nipple twisters hurt. I let the top to her convertible down, and as the air and wind hits her face, she passes out. As I drive, I glance at Sophie and see her mouth hanging wide open. I'm pretty sure she's catching bugs. Gross I know, but I ain't waking her up.
    Twenty minutes later, we arrive at her apartment. I park the car and put the top up before shutting off the engine. I reach over to shake Sophie but she's out cold. I give her a slight slap across the cheek, but she doesn't flinch. I'm debating on leaving her in the car when Blake pulls up beside us.
    “Need some help?” he asks, stepping down from his truck.
    “Seems that way. I sure as hell ain't carrying her.”
    Bending down, he lifts Sophie from the car and into his arms effortlessly. He carries her up the two flights of stairs that lead to her apartment without getting winded, and no sign of breaking a sweat. Damn, gotta love a man that's fit. When we enter her place, he takes her to bed and lays her down.
    “Can you get me some covers for the couch?” he asks sweetly.
    Rummaging through her closet, I grab him a cover and two pillows. “Here, it's all she has.” I gently shove the bedding into his arms. “Need help getting situated?”  
    “ Naw, I think I can manage,” he replies sleepy. He bends down and points to his cheek indicating he wants a kiss.
    “Night.” I place a kiss upon his stubble.
    “Night,