Chapter 1
Preshy POV
“Hey, you lot, pass me that bottle of vodka before Jake hogs it all,” I said, leaning over the kitchen counter in our mixed hostel’s shared space, my elbows pressing into the cool surface as I stretched my arm out toward the table where they all sat.
The clock on the wall had already ticked well past midnight, and the fluorescent light overhead buzzed faintly, throwing long shadows across the tiled floor that made the whole room feel even more confined and intimate than it already was.
My roommates, Jake with his always messy dark hair and that cocky smile, his buddy Tom who had those broad shoulders from all the gym time he put in, and my best friend Lena with her wild energy and the way her short skirt kept riding up her thighs as she shifted in her chair, they
