Seb gives us a long look before he walks outside to B’s truck. When he returns, he’s holding a large bottle of what looks like top-shelf vodka in one hand and a bottle of bourbon in the other. “There’s also a case of Rainier hidden in the back of the pantry.” He sets down the bottles and holds up his hands. “And before you say anything, that’s all they had at the little redneck grocery store. It was that or Bud Light.”
“Nice,” I say. “Let the party begin.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
FIONA
We’re all bundled up and sitting on a log in front of the campfire as night falls. It crackles merrily, sparks and puffs of smoke rising into the inky sky. It’s no longer snowing, and the air is crisp with cold and the scent of pine.
We’ve just finished our hot dogs, and I’m eyeing the two liquor bottles and cans of beer nestled in the snowbank.
Seb glances at me. “Go ahead.”
I smile and grab the vodka, adding it to my cup of Coke. “Okay.” I clap my hands. “Let’s play a game.”
Brantley grins, pulling his blue toque lower over his hears. “Monopoly?”
“No way,” Seb interrupts. “I hate that game.”
“Strip Monopoly?”
“You’re an idiot.”
I giggle at them. “Never Have I Ever.”
“That’s even worse!” Seb protests. “We’re not teenagers.”
I give him an evil smirk. “It’s a good way to get to know each other.”
“It’s a good way to get drunk,” Seb mutters.
“Only if you lose,” B says with a grin.
Seb glares back.
I ignore them and grab a beer, handing it to Brantley, who takes it with a nod. “What’re you drinking, Seb?” I ask.
He holds up his cup. “Bourbon. Technically, I’ve actually been drinking for the last hour.”
“Straight?”
He gives me a tight smile, and I shrug. “Oookay.” I settle into the lawn chair across the fire from the guys. “I’ll go first.”
The game starts out innocently enough: Never have I ever been arrested. Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.
I think we’re all afraid to really ask meaningful questions.
Then the alcohol starts to warm my limbs.
Never have I ever had a threesome. Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex. Obviously, I drink on the last one—everyone knows I was with Anna—but so does B.
Seb and I look at him in surprise.
“Care to elaborate on that one?” I ask, grinning widely.
Brantley stares up at the sky and takes a deep breath, wetting his lips. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this conversation.”
“You don’t have to—” I start.
