I felt Baz arms wrapping my waist from behind...
“BAZ, WHAT IN MORGANA’S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING,” I screeched, whipping around and shoving Simon’s vampire off.
He stared down at me blankly, the smell of mulled wine from the holiday party hovering around him like a cloud as he finally realized I am not, in fact, Simon.
“Bunce,” he said haughtily, swaying slightly on his feet. “Where is my boyfriend?”
“Off drinking his weight in rumchata with Micah, and I just hope you know I’ll never let you forget that you once embraced me lovingly.”
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