“You can’t just leave it at that. We need details,” I demanded playfully.
Dylan leaned back, twirling his shot glass between his fingers. “Fine. It was sophomore year. There was this girl from the sports med department?—”
He didn’t get any further before Morgan stood on wobbly legs. “I need to pee.”
“Such a lightweight.” I chuckled. “I’ll go with you.”
She waved me off. “Stay. I’ll be fine,” she slurred.
I glanced over at Agent Pederson, then back to my friend, who was already walking toward the house. Without me saying anything, he nodded and followed her inside.
“Should we continue?” Jase lifted a brow in question.
“Why not?” I replied.
He scooted to the edge of his seat and braced his forearms on his knees. “Never have I ever imagined kissing someone I probably shouldn’t.”
He and Dylan both drank to that one, their gazes boring into me.
I swallowed hard. “That’s not how the game works. You’re supposed to say something you’ve never done.”
Dylan offered me a lazy smile. “We play by our own rules, Princess.”
Princess.It was a nickname I’d heard often and usually hated. But the way it rolled off his tongue sent heat unfurling low in my belly.
“Are you not going to take a shot?” Jase asked.
My eyes flicked to him. “What?”
He grinned. “Just wondering what your answer was to my statement.”
For a moment, I considered not downing the tequila in my hand, but what would be the point of lying? I gulped down the contents of my glass and set it down for a refill. “All right, I have another one. Never have I ever kissed two men in the same night.”
Dylan placed his hand on my leg. “You sure you want to play that round?”
I should’ve said no or laughed it off. Instead, I whispered, “Yes.”
A smile spread across his face, and he moved in, slow enough that I could’ve pulled away. I didn’t. His lips met mine in a soft kiss that tasted of alcohol and a hint of trouble.
When he pulled back, Jase’s gaze darkened. “My turn?”
Before I could answer, his mouth was on mine. His kiss lingered a moment longer, and every nerve in my body lit up.
I ran my hands up his T-shirt-covered chest, but he pulled away quickly. “Faye,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine. “You’ve had a lot to drink.”
“I’m fine,” I argued.
Dylan squeezed my thigh. “Even so, we’re gentlemen, which means we should probably call it a night.”
As much as I didn’t want the moment to end, I knew deep down it was the right decision.
Just then, the back door opened, and Agent Pederson stepped out. “Ms. Donnelley, Ms. Ashford decided to go to bed, but I wanted to let you know she’s fine.”
“Thanks.” I forced a smile. “I’m going to head in as well. Would you mind showing these two to the guest rooms?”
He looked over at Jase and Dylan. “Of course. Right this way.”
They began to follow, but Dylan looked at me one last time. “We had fun tonight. Hopefully we get a chance to hang out more tomorrow.”
