Rory’s POV
My escape from Marcus’ condo was swift, as soon as he returned my clothes, I changed and bolted from his home as fast as my legs would carry me.
I spent the weekend repeatedly telling Margot that I did not f.uck the hot hockey player’s brains out (her words, not mine) and that nothing happened other than me embarrassing the hell out of myself. I can’t believe I vomited on him! I threw up on Marcus Langway!
It’s now Monday, and I am cringing inside as I head out of the front door, Margot’s keys in my hand.
‘Don’t vomit on the players this time’ my best friend sing songs behind me, cackling as I flip her off and slam the door shut behind me, making my way down to her beloved sports car, that doesn’t have a scratch on it, (trust me, she checked! With a freaking magnifying glass
