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“You could say that.”

“Fine. How about Never Have I Ever?”

“Sure. How does it work?” I ask.

“You don’t know how to play Never Have I Ever? Sheesh, you really are an old man.”

I flick her arm. “I’m notthatold.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty. How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.”

I jolt upright. “You’re only twenty-fucking-two?” I slap a hand to my face, feeling like a creep lying in this bed with her. Iought to return to playing “The Princess and the Pea” on the floor.

“Why are you being weird?”

“You’re so young.” My stomach ties itself in a knot when I remember all the times I’ve ogled her today. “I’m eight years older than you.”

“It’s not a big deal. Don’t be weird.”

Closing my eyes, I suck in a long breath and let it out again. Is it a big deal? Maybe not. We’re just sharing a bed, and only because we’re stranded.

“Come on,” she whines.

“Fine.” With a sigh, I settle on my side and prop my head up with my fist.

Joey switches on the small light again and runs through the instructions. “I’ll go first,” she says. “Never have I ever,” she tilts her head to the side and pauses, “lived in New York.”

“Hey!” I put down the thumb on my left hand. “I feel like that’s cheating.” I grin.

Joey rolls her eyes. “Your turn.”

“Never have I ever had a fake ID.”

She flips me off before putting down a finger. “Touché.” She giggles. “Okay. Never have I ever cheated on someone.”

Joey raises an approving brow when I don’t put down a finger.

“Never have I ever worn lingerie.” I smirk. I may be treading on thin ice with that one, but it’s too late now.

She sticks out her tongue and puts another finger down. I kind of like this game.

“Never have I ever been to Greece until now,” Joey says.

I don’t put down a finger.

“Never have I ever been snorkeling.”

Joey lowers another finger. “Never?” Her voice pitches in surprise.

“Nope. I’ve been on boats and have water-skied plenty of times, but I’ve never snorkeled. Weird, huh?”

“It’s so fun!” She beams.

That look makes me want to show her the photo I snapped of her earlier, but I decide against it. Again, I’d probably come across as a total stalker.