“How’s the shoulder?” Jase asked my brother.
“Got a nasty scar, but it’s healing.” Fallon rolled it once like it didn’t bother him, even though I knew it still did.
I hadn’t been there when he’d been shot at Tyler and Hayden’s wedding, but it was a story I knew all too well. I loved giving Fallon a hard time any chance I got, but hearing about the night I almost lost him still made my stomach twist.
Eventually, the conversation turned to lighter topics. As we chatted, Fallon leaned forward to grab his beer again. His arm brushed Rhett’s legs, and though the move appeared accidental, the way they looked at each other was full of heat.
“All right.” My eyes narrowed. “You two look like you’re about thirty seconds away from making out right in front of us.”
Rhett smirked. “Is that a problem?”
“It is since it involves my brother.” I wrinkled my nose.
“Then we’ll spare you.” Fallon stood and tugged Rhett’s hand. “See you all in the morning, but not too early.” He winked.
I shook my head. “You guys are gross.”
“You’re just mad because you aren’t getting any.”
I flipped him off as he and Rhett laughed and disappeared inside.
“Guess it’s just us.” Jase stretched his legs out in front of him.
“Anyone else feel like this night needs a game?” Morgan asked, her words a bit slower than usual.
“Depends on the game.” Dylan grinned.
“How about Never Have I Ever, tequila edition?” Morgan beamed.
“Why do I feel like this isn’t going to end well?” I muttered, eyeing the nearly empty bottle of rosé.
Jase laughed. “We’ll go easy on you—at least for the first few rounds.”
Morgan hurried toward the house, then returned a minute later with a bottle of Casamigos Blanco and four shot glasses. “Okay, party people, let’s get started.”
The first couple of rounds were harmless. Morgan admitted she’d never skinny-dipped, and I confessed to texting an ex from a burner account.
“My turn,” Jase declared as he leaned back against the cushions. “Never have I ever … skipped class to hook up with someone.” He turned to Dylan and smirked until his brother threw back a shot.
Dylan glanced at Morgan and me. “I’m the only one?”
Morgan shrugged. “I used to ditch to go shopping, but not to have sex.”
I laughed. “Same. The closest I ever got was making out in the library during study sessions.”
“Got to say, these questions have been pretty tame so far,” Dylan remarked.
“Fine.” I pulled my legs up and got comfortable. “Never have I ever thought about hooking up with a friend’s sibling.”
Jase and Dylan immediately took their shots, eyes locked on me. A blush crept up my face. “Good to know.”
“I’ve got one,” Morgan announced, oblivious to the sexual tension building around the fire pit. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”
Okay, maybe she wasn’t oblivious.
Jase and Dylan both took another shot, and my jaw dropped. “Really?”
Jase shrugged. “College party. Alcohol. Things happened.”
