“We should get out of here,” I tell him before I can stop myself.
His eyes widen and he quirks an eyebrow at me, “Are you suggesting we leave together?”
“I’m suggesting we should do something instead of sitting here, talking about how much we hate people who are in love,” I tell him in one breath. With the reminder that I will most probably not remember what happens tonight, I put down my empty glass and says, “So, Harry, do you want to do something crazy?”
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