“Ugh, whatever.” I roll my eyes.
“Don’t do that,” he whispers low so I’m the only one who hears.
I make a face at him and a strange fire brightens in his eyes, as if he’s amused but also doesn’t like it.
Jeez. He’s a conundrum.
“Your turn,” I murmur, suddenly nervous for what he’ll say.
He has a tendency to be unpredictable with no care in the world for others’ feelings.
“Never have I ever…been in love.”
My heart squeezes and I think I’m going to throw up. Is he doing this on purpose because he feels the change?
Does he see it on my face, too? Like when I look at myself in the mirror?
Ava and Brandon are the only ones who drink to that and they get shit from everyone and deathly glares from Nikolai.
Or maybe the glare is only for one of them.
But all the noise is downed by my internal ticking bomb.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
I raise a shot with shaky fingers to drink, but before it can meet my lips, Killian snatches it and downs it with utter ease.
“You’re drunk, I’ll take your shots.”
“I don’t need you to.” And why the hell does he sound so unapproving for?
“Swoon.” Annika puts her hands together, watching us with an expression full of awe.
“We need to take this game to the next level.” Nikolai holds out a shot. “Never have I ever fucked or experimented with someone of the same sex.”
Then he drinks his shot.
Well, that’s weird.
Nikolai could’ve just picked something he’s actually never have done.
“Does a kiss count?” Ava asks, and he nods.
“Well, screw it.” She downs a shot.
Remi slams a hand on his chest as if he’s about to have a stroke. “This bitch is really looking to get herself killed tonight.”
Killian raises a shot and I stare at him incredulously.
“Don’t look like you’ll faint, little rabbit. Do you really believe all those kinks were done with only women? I used to experiment a lot.”
As he drinks, I pick up a shot and down it in one go.
He narrows his eyes.