“I haven’t drunk this stuff since college,” I say, taking a whiff of the open bottle.
He carries it and two shot glasses to the couch, patting for me to sit right next to him. I do, and he puts his arm around me.
“Get ready for some fun,” he says as the movie starts.
Two hours later, we’re both drunk and laughing our asses off at the littlest things.
He stands, swaying.
“As if you could outrun me.”
I stand, too. “You’re so sparkly Eddy. No, you’re not Eddy. You’re Al.”
We both dissolve into a fit of giggles. Suddenly, we’re close. So close that our breaths collide.
“Hey, Ellie. Can I kiss you?”
My heart pounds. “Yeah.”
He puts down the bottle of whisky, putting his hands on my hips. I’ve only been kissed a couple of times, and I pray I’m not about to make a fool of myself. Our lips touch and I finally feel a spark. My eyes close, but it’s not Al’s face that I see. No, I picture Jafar as Al deepens the kiss. My arms go around his neck, pulling him closer. His hand moves to my ass, and I groan as he pulls me in for more.
“What in the hell is going on?” Jafar snaps.
I jump back from Al, my face on fire. Jafar stands in the doorway with the others behind him. He’s furious, and his gaze is pinned on me.
Al runs his fingers through his dark hair. “Sorry, boss. We didn’t know you all were coming home so soon.”
Jasmine touches Jafar’s shoulder. “They were just kissing, dear. No need to act like a pissed off father.”
Jafar points. “There’s whisky all over the fucking couch. A couch that cost ten-thousand dollars, that we’re now going to have to replace.”
I glance at the couch. Oh no. When Al put down the bottle, he missed the table and now the white suede is stained, maybe beyond repair.
Al lets out a small laugh. “That’s my bad, boss. I was too busy kissing my girl to make sure I reached the table.”
“Yourgirl?”
Oh my god. Al is going to die. Hell,Imight even die with the way Jafar looks right now.
Al throws his arm over my shoulder. “Yeah. At least for the next two weeks.”
Jasmine claps. “It’s about time! I knew there was something between the two of you.” She turns to Jafar. “Didn’t I tell you they would be perfect together?”
Jafar mutters something under his breath, and storms to his room. He slams the door hard enough that a painting falls off the wall in the hallway.
Jasmine says, “Ignore him. He’s been in a mood all night.”
Dru replies, “No joke. I lost my buzz because of him.”
Al goes to the kitchen, coming back with more whisky.
“I have an idea. Let’s go outside and build a fire. We can play truth or dare.”
Everyone agrees. I must still be tipsy because I even say yes.
“I’m going to grab a blanket.”
Because I’m still in my swimsuit, and it’s probably cool out there. The others make their way outside and I go upstairs to my room.