Bittersweet Symphony (The Damaged Souls Series Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
From the second we’d entered the elevator, Caylee had been like a livewire in my arms. After pressing every single button, but the one for our floor, she’d laughed each time we hit a new level—the compartment coming to a stop before carrying on. At this rate, we’d be stuck riding the casino’s elevator for the next few hours—much to her exasperation. “Oooh, this is my favorite song . . . ev-er!” Caylee drawled, her words slurred by the insane amount of tequila she’d drunk at the after party. “And who the hell pressed all the buttons?” Usually, she was much more reserved—watching how much alcohol she consumed—but tonight’s theme overruled any pre-conceived notion of being responsible. Caylee had thrown caution to the wind and, between her, Brooklyn, and Rebecca, I’m surprised there was anything left on the bar’s shelf. I liked to think it was a sign of how much Caylee truly trusted me—that she could let go knowing I would take care of her.
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