I look at Levi, who’s staring at my leg. Moving my gaze to where his is, I see that I’ve been bouncing my knee harshly and cringe.
“Sorry.”
Levi continues to watch my leg. “Do you want to play a game?”
Huh?“Like a board game?”
“Like a drinking game.”
Confused, my mouth drops open. “Levi, you know I can’t drink.”
His mouth breaks out into a wide, mischievous grin. “Don’t you hate Mountain Dew?”
My body shivers at the thought of the soda. “Yes, very much.” It tastes like pee, and then it occurs to me why he might be asking. “If I drink that, you need to drink grape juice.”
After getting some blood work done before my neurology appointment the other day, a nurse gave me some grape juice instead of apple juice in case I felt faint. I never ended up drinking it, and when Levi spotted it on the counter once I got back, he literally shivered as if it were poison. Meanwhile, he only knows I hate Mountain Dew because he drank some right in front of me, and I grimaced, remembering the taste.
Levi’s face stills, and then he lets out a roar of laughter, which causes me to laugh as well.
“Fair enough, Bambi. I’ll be right back with two big bottles of Mountain Dew and purple piss.”
Still giggling, I wave to him while he puts his coat on. “You never told me what game we’re playing.”
Levi’s blue eyes twinkle in contrast to his long black hair. “Truth or drink.”
A few minutes later, my roommate is back.
“I’m assuming you’ve played truth or dare before?” Levi pours each of our drinks into Solo cups. I bite the inside of my cheek while confirming his assumption. “The only difference here is that we’ll ask the truth beforehand, and if one of us decides not to respond, we drink instead.”
He makes his way over and hands me a cup of the disgusting neon-looking drink he, for some reason, likes. He takes a seat across the couch, and we both cross our legs, waiting to see who will start.
“Why are we playing this?” I ask.
He shrugs. “If I’m going to help you with that list, I need to get to know you better. Why not make it fast and fun?”
Nodding, I put on my bravest face. “I’ll start. Do you believe in aliens?”
It was a lame first question, but Levi’s lips tilt up. He nods and says, “Absolutely. There have to be others out there.”
“Same here. Your turn.”
He takes a moment to look at me, my cup, and then back toward my face. My heart beats the tiniest bit faster waiting for his question. I don’t know why I’m nervous because when I think about it, there’s not much he can ask that I won’t answer. I’m inexperienced when it comes to sex, having only been with Andrew, and I’ve never been one for drama…until this year.
“How old were you when you had your first kiss?”
I cringe at the memory. “Fifteen, with Humphrey Martinez. It was terrible.”
Levi laughs. “Okay, the first two are always the easiest.” He taps the edge of his cup. “Give me something good, Bambi.”
I roll my lips together, attempting to contain my smile. We’re playing this game like children. The shitty questions and virgin drinks. He’s right, we need to up the playing field a bit.
Looking around the room, I ponder what I should ask to help me get to know Levi better. Something deep and meaningful. Something about his dating life? Possibly. He knows more about mine than I do about his, except for the one ex he mentioned.
“Were you and the girl in the picture you have in the kitchen high school sweethearts?”
Levi lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. “We weren’t together for years or anything like that. It was only for a few months at the end of our senior year. So, to answer your question, no.”
I nod, assessing him like he did me earlier. There’s more to the story, that’s for sure. It’s either about her or something else that happened in high school. Levi’s too good-looking of a guy to have only dated one person when he was a teenager.
