Chapter 97 Tattoo My Heart

• All six of them had been friends since college. I lost myself in their banter, listening, and laughing out loud like a rascal just as they were. At some point Hendrix moved his hands and it was long minutes later when I realized I was playing on my own. He drank his beer while holding me to him with his other hand.
• I wished I could capture the moment and print out the photo. I had not had such fun in a long while. I drank a few more bottles of alcoholic ciders but when I realized I was laughing way too loud, I curbed it.
• “Go to the right, attack him from the back,” Hendrix whispered in my ear and I quickly did as told while my body ruptured all over with tingles. Despite my surprise attack, I still got shot at and died. I sulked, turning to glare at Ben. He chuckled then I twisted and sulked even more, staring at Hendrix. His wet lips came on my cheek twice.