I glance over to see Lyla already sitting cross-legged on the floor, smirking at me, like she knows exactly what’s about to happen.
Jaxon raises a brow at me. "You in?"
I exhale, pretending to consider it. "I mean, do I really want to expose my deepest secrets in front of a bunch of drunk people?"
Lyla yells from across the room. "Yes!"
I groan while Jaxon laughs, his fingers slipping through mine as he tugs me forward. "Come on, baby. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Shaking my head, I follow behind him, sitting on his lap once we reach the couch. The circle is full, laughter and teasing bouncing around the room as the game kicks off. One of the guys from the offensive line goes first, smirking as he holds up his drink.
"Never have I ever…gotten kicked out of a bar."
A handful of people groan before drinking, including Carter, who grins like it’s a badge of honor.
Lyla nudges me. "Remind me to tell you about the time Carter got banned from O’Malley’s for trying to steal a bartender’s cowboy hat."
I snort, but before I can reply, another guy—one of the linebackers—leans forward, his smirk downright devious as he glances toward Carter. "Never have I ever hooked up with my coach’s daughter."
My brows shoot up as Carter swears under his breath and takes a drink. My attention snaps to my best friend, who is actually blushing right now.
“I thought you said it was a one-time thing?” I whisper, half-gaping at her.
“Well...” Lyla takes another long drink. “Plans changed. I’ll explain later.”
I narrow my eyes, but before I can demand an answer, someone else speaks up. "Alright, I got one."
The voice is smug, full of amusement, and when I look over, I recognize the guy instantly—he’s on defense, one of Jaxon’s teammates. I don’t like the way he’s smirking at my boyfriend.
"Never have I ever transferred colleges for a girl."
Jaxon freezes. His jaw locks, his fingers tightening around his drink. Without a word, he lifts his cup and takes a slow sip.
I don’t even feel myself tense at first, don’t realize I’m gripping my own cup too tightly until it pops, sloshing some of the liquid out.
What?
I whip my head toward him, my stomach twisting in confusion, but he doesn’t look at me. He just keeps his eyes trained ahead, his expression unreadable.
The tension in the room is thick, but before I can even open my mouth to ask him what the hell that was about, another voice chimes in?—
And the second I hear it, my stomach drops.
"Never have I ever had sex."
I know exactly who said it before I even look. Logan Brooks, the junior wide receiver who got bumped out of his starting position after Jax transferred. He also just so happens to be a grade A dick, if the rumors around campus are to be believed.
Carter’s shooting daggers across the circle at Logan, and Jaxon stiffens beside me, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t drink.
The guy laughs, shaking his head. "Come on, man. You really expect us to believe that?"
Jaxon still doesn’t move, but his body is coiled tight under me, his free hand curling into a fist.
The guy just grins. "I mean, you hadn’t a couple of months ago, but you’re really trying to say you’ve changed that fast?"
Jaxon’s grip on his drink tightens, his entire body going rigid. "Things change." His voice is low, sharp.
“So you fucked her, only to leave in a few months if you get drafted? What a gentleman.” Logan laughs. “I hope you told her you’ll most likely be moving across the country before ditching your clothes.”
