The game starts off with Zoey asking us the stupidest questions. Have you ever had sex in public? What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done? Think of a corny question—any corny question—they’ve asked it. A few rounds fly by, but I can’t bring myself to pay attention, worried sick about Morgan. In a fleeting, unwanted moment of weakness, I glance at Will.
Sitting with one leg flat on the ground and the other braced against his chest, he seems bored out of his mind—can’t blame him. I flush when he lifts his eyes to mine, catching me staring.
He smirks.
Busted.
Callie decides now is a good time to dump her leg over Will’s and nuzzle her cheek on his shoulder. He doesn’t push her away, but he also doesn’t return her affection, which almost soothes the burning jealousy in my chest.
Key word: almost.
I act without thinking, sagging against Luke’s chest, who welcomes my body in a heartbeat. I regret it instantly, but the way Will’s eyes flare keeps me in place. I think I see his jaw twitch for a second.
Or maybe I’m just drunk and crazy.
Five minutes later, I’m this close to ditching them to go check on Morgan. This isn’t me. I’m leading on a perfectly nice boy and for what? For the guy with another girl on his lap?
Just as I’m about to get up, someone calls on me.
Will.
“Kass.” He declares me his next victim.
I blink at him, but I can’t find a sliver of kindness in his eyes.
“What?”
“Have you ever used someone to make somebody else jealous?”
Silence befalls our circle.
Did he just…
Is he accusing me?
I mean, he does have a point.
Shut up, inner Kass.
“Spill it or drink it,” he nags me.
Fucker.
I bring the shot to my lips, throwing it back in seconds.
“Okay. Hottie Blondie.” Zoey claims her turn.
He scoffs. “Name’s Will.”
She ignores him. “Have you ever fantasized about anyone in this circle?”
A hopeful smile tugging at her lips, Callie eagerly awaits his reply. I should excuse myself. Go find Morgan. I really don’t need to listen to Will talk about how bangable Callie is—I mean, duh, he chose her as his friend with benefits for a reason—but I can’t move a muscle. All I can do is sit there and brace myself.
“Yes.” It takes him forever to admit it.
Satisfied, Callie runs her manicured hand down his lap—let’s be honest, it’s not his lap she’s going for—but he doesn’t pay her much mind. In fact, he doesn’t even look at her.
No, the person he’s looking at…