“Famous last words,” Liam murmurs, looking quietly amused, and I wonder if he just read my mind…
We settle in a loose circle on the rug. My knees end up near Felix’s and Liam's, and Silas sits opposite me.
“I’ll start,” Felix says, lifting his glass. “Never have I ever… gotten stuck taking off my shirt.”
All three of them drink.
“Really, Naomi?” he says, incredulous. “Never?”
“What can I say.” I sip my untouched drink with a smug little shrug. “I’m agile. Like a cat.”
Silas snorts. "Okay then, kitty. My turn. Never have I ever… lost a case."
“Ouch,” Felix mutters.
I drink. Heat crawls up my neck at the memory of that one, spectacular disaster. Silas’s mouth spreads into a slow, satisfied smirk.
“Oh, really, New York?” he drawls. “And here I thought you were the perfect little enforcer of corporate justice.”
“It happened once,” I grit out. “I was twenty-three and dangerously optimistic. Anyway, my turn,” I add before he can pile on. “Never have I ever… scored on my own net.”
Silas holds my gaze. His jaw flexes. Then he grunts and takes a drink.
“Had a feeling,” I say, unable to stop my grin. “What’s the story, captain? Couldn’t control your own stick?”
His hand tightens around the glass. “Like you, it happened once,” he says flatly. Then his mouth crooks, just a little. “Since that day, I’ve been very… disciplined about stick control.”
And he actually winks.
Did he seriously just wink while saying that?
“While we all appreciate the innuendo,” Liam says dryly. “I seem to recall it happening again in practice last month. Remember? With the whole team.”
“Yeah, man. And at least six times if we count college,” Felix adds.
Silas glares at both of them. “Whose side are you on?”
“The side of factual accuracy,” Felix says. “You know, for the integrity of the game.”
“I’m surrounded by traitors,” Silas mutters.
“Moving on,” Liam says smoothly, eyes glinting as they shift to me. “Never have I ever… sung ‘Defying Gravity’ in the shower of this very chalet.”
My cheeks go hot. “How the hell—”
"Alpha hearing," he reminds me, the corner of his mouth lifting. "And I was in the living room having tea right before my shower. Sound carries from you room to here."
I sigh and drink. So does Felix.
“What?” he says when I look at him. “Don’t pretend you haven’t heard my legendary rendition over the last three days.”
Liam lifts his glass. “I did and have regretted every second.”
“My rendition is legendary,” Felix protests, looking at me. “My pack mates have always been jealous of my tenor. Here—"
“My turn,” Silas cuts in before Felix can start. He lifts his glass, eyes on me. "Never have I ever... raided someone's pantry at two in the morning."
I narrow my eyes. “Aren't you tired of targeting the snowed-in lawyer?"
