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I felt his hands tighten on my waist as I kissed him harder. I moved my hands to his neck.

The knock on the front door pulled a groan past his lips. I pulled back from the kiss and sighed. "One hour. That's all I want."

He slid his hands to my thighs. "Ignore it."

I shook my head. "They'll just walk in."

They started knocking nonstop. "Evelyn," Elena's voice carried to my ears.

I kissed Oliver's cheek before moving off of his lap and making my way to the front door. I yanked the door open, putting my hand on the doorframe. "What?" I looked at Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline.

"Bachelorette party," Bonnie reminded me.

I sighed, "Do I have to?"

"Do you have anything better to do," Caroline laughed.

I tilted my head. "As a matter of fact, I do."

I started to shut the door, and Elena pushed against it, pushing the door from my grip. "Come on, Ev," Caroline pleaded as she grabbed my arm, pulling me toward her. "It's your first bachelorette party."

I furrowed my brows. "And my only."

She giggled as she stepped closer. "Which is why you should be living it up instead of backing away from it."

I tilted my head, "I can't leave Oliver alone tonight."

They all glanced at each other. "He won't be," Bonnie stated as she looked at me. "Let's go!"

Elena and Caroline pulled me to the car, following Bonnie. We ended up at a bar where Elena handed me a few shots and urged me forcefully to drink them. After a few hours of getting drunk, Bonnie convinced the driver to take us to the Grill to sober up enough for the hangover to absolutely wreck me tomorrow.

I lifted my head, keeping my eyes closed. "I have to puke." Their words blended together as I got up. I rushed to the bathroom, dropping to my knees and throwing up. I pulled my hair back, keeping my hands at the sides of my head.

It seemed like it was over, and then I started throwing up again. I felt someone's hands brush mine as they pulled my hair back. I felt their other hand rest against my back, sliding to my waist. I breathed out slowly as the urge to throw up subsided. I felt the hand in my hair move to the side of my neck.

"Are you okay?" Kai's voice filled me with dread.

I hummed in response. After a moment of assuring myself I was completely done, he helped me to my feet. I involuntarily leaned into him, resting my head against his chest. A sigh left his lips as his arm wrapped around me and his hand moved to the side of my face, holding me against him.

"Can I take you home?"

"Mhm," I answered. I wasn't completely sure what I was saying yes to, but I trusted him.

I felt his hands grab my hips. He guided me out of the Grill and into his car. I heard him talk to Caroline before we walked out. I leaned forward in my seat, resting the top half of my body on my legs and crossing my arms over my stomach.

"Why did you get drunk?"

"Caroline made me." I sighed. "Remind me to kill her in the morning."

"But you're getting married."

I groaned, "Of course I am." I felt tears in my eyes. I sat up and pushed my hair behind my ears. I breathed out shakily, trying to keep myself calm. "I'm getting married tomorrow."

He reached over, taking my hand in his. "Hey. Everything will be okay."

I shook my head as I wiped the tears off my face. "No, it won't."