Luna’s POV
‘You’ve seen Ashton without a shirt? GIRL! You go!’ Celeste yells, holding out her hand toward me for a high five.
I nod, my giggles returning as I reach over to high five the other brunette. Our hands smack together with a clumsy, drunken thwack.
‘He has an eight pack’ I tell them all drunkly, ‘I didn’t even know that was a thing! And he was all wet . . . and . . . and manly!’ I groan, closing my eyes tightly as the vivid memory surfaces again, sending a pleasant shiver through my tipsy body. ‘Water was just running down his chest, and he was holding his kid . . .’
‘Damn! Half naked men holding kids is hot’ Celeste murmurs, her gaze drifting as she takes a sip of her drink.
‘Right?!’ I agree hoarsely, opening my eyes to try and focus on the blurry, shifting figures of the
