I take his can and read it. Cranberry.
After I take a drink, I nod in agreement. "Yum. That's good too."
"Be careful. These will get you fucked up without you even realizing," he teases, but I can tell he's serious. It hardly tastes like alcohol.
Once we've cleared our plates and he loads the dishwasher, we meet in the living room. He sets more logs on the fire, and we watch the flames dance in the dark.
"Wanna play a game?" he asks.
"Like Checkers?"
He chuckles. "No, likeNever Have I EverorTruth or Dare."
"Isn’t that for teenagers?" I furrow my brow.
He shrugs. "Well, if you're too chickenshit, forget it."
I elbow him in the side. "I’m not! Let's play the first one, then."
I won't admit that the thought of playingTruth or Daregives me hives. I know he'd come up with things I’d either not want to answer or do. SoNever Have I Everit is.
"Alright. If I say something I've never done but you have, you drink, and vice versa."
"Fair enough."
Not forhimthough. I can think of at least a hundred things I haven't done.
"Ladies first," he says, getting comfortable on the couch next to me.
I think for a quick moment. "Okay. Never have I ever had sex in a public place."
"Damn, woman. Going right for the jugular." He chuckles and takes a drink.
Why am I not surprised?
"My turn. Never have I ever broke into someone's house and slept in their bed."
I glare at him, tightly pursing my lips as realization dawns on me. He's here to deliver gut-punches and make sure I lose.
"That was low...even for you. I wasn't even asleep yet." I chug back the can. "And it wasn't even low-key breaking in. You left the door unlocked!"
"I doubt that excuse would fly with the police."
I roll my eyes, ready to play him at his own game.
"Never have I ever exposed myself to a complete stranger and flailed on the floor with my junk hanging out."
His tongue darts out as the curve of his mouth turns up. Then he takes a drink.
"I hope you know what you're doing. I'm the reigning champ of this game."
"Well...youwere," I counter.
"Never have I ever masturbated in someone else's tub and loudly moaned."
I keep my gaze locked on his, determined not to admit that very thing.
How would he even know that? Unless he heard me moaning and saying his name?