“I’ll play.”Olivia shrugged.
“Looking for an excuse to stay sober,” Nora deadpanned.
“Fuck you, Nor.”Olivia laughed, but behind her Anton’s expression grew harsh.She took in the party goers ending at Brooks.“This could be fun.”
A woman with a sharp-edged chin-length bob scowled at the group.“Are we seriously playing a drinking game?No one else thinks we’re too old for this?Nostalgia can only be justified so far.”
”Remove the stick from your ass, Janet.You don’t have to play if you don’t want to,” Nora suggested.
Seb lifted his drink just above shoulder level.“All right, I’ll go first.Never have I ever had a one-night stand.”
Hazel gasped.Her boyfriend threw his head back laughing.
While Nora and I exclaimed in unison, “Bullshit.”
I had officially drank too much.I did not know this man, and I was acting like a fool.This was the kind of game I would normally remove myself from, but I felt Remi’s attention like a weighted blanket around my shoulders.I was too curious to walk away.
“It’s true, I haven’t.Sex gets better the longer you’re with someone.Why would I do it only once?”Sebastian explained.
“Not always,” Olivia said.Her eyes widened and she started blushing as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
“Lucky, that’s not the case with us.”Anton clasped her hand and kissed her knuckles.
Smooth, dude.
“To one-night stands.”Nora held up her cup then took a hearty drink.
A good percentage of the room followed suit, including Remi and me.
It was followed by, “Never have I ever been naked in public.”
I drank.
Remi didn’t.
“Never have I ever had sex at work.”
Hazel took a discreet drink through her straw.Elijah tried but failed to hide a shit-eating grin.
I could barely hear Remi whisper, “Tell me it was your office.”
“You already know too much,” she whispered back.
I snorted.
Her brown eyes met mine for the first time all night.
“Good for you,” I said, trying to lighten the mood between us.
She narrowed her eyes in response.“Never have I ever stayed out until six in the morning.”
Heat bloomed on my cheeks, but I took a drink.The statement was clearly for me, as I flashed through memories of him calling or texting wondering where I was.But that was the whole point of those nights.To make him angry and worried.To push him past the point of sullen petulance—provoking him.
Remi glowered at her in warning, and his jaw set.
Someone else started saying the opening phrase, but Hazel cut them off.“Never have I ever had a breakup so bad that I almost failed my senior year vet finals.”
The room grew quiet enough that we could hear Sterling mutter, “That feels really specific.”
