Well, thank fuck for that I think as I take a sip of my drink.
I know. I’m a hypocrite.
“What’s your record?” Kenna asks.
“Record for what, darling? You’ll have to be more specific. I hold a lot of them,” I retort.
She rolls her eyes again and I want to spank the defiance out of her.
Woah, where did that come from?
“Number of people you’ve kissed in twenty-four hours?”
“Mmm, not sure. Five or six?”
Her eyes go wide as she says, “Glad to see Boston’s keeping it classy.”
She’s got such a smart mouth on her. The back and forth with her draws me in and leaves me wanting more.
“Easy there, Mack Attack. I’ll have you know it was freshman year of high school during a game of Spin the Bottle. It’s like there was a magnet stopping the bottle on me at every girl’s turn.”
“Oh,” she says as she bites the corner of her plump bottom lip. She’s wearing a sheer gloss that makes me want to lean in and finally find out what she tastes like.
“Oh? Come on, you can do better than that, babe.”
Kenna takes that as a challenge and turns herself more toward me. She looks down at me as she says, “I hear you’re single for the summer. I’m sure kissing five or six girls in one night will become just another summer night for you soon enough.”
I move my hand to her thigh that’s resting on the chair and draw slow circles with my thumb. God, I want to inch my way up higher.
“I’ve got my eyes set on something this summer, that’s for sure,” I say as I stare into her cerulean eyes.
Her breath hitches and her cheeks flush just enough for me to see in the dim firelight.
“Never have I ever dated someone older than me,” Carson says.
Both Kenna and I take a drink. Arching a brow at her I ask, “Who did you date that’s older than you?”
“Drew. He’s in the grade between us.”
“Drew Hutton? You can’t be serious?”
“Unfortunately, yes. He was terrible. In every way.” Her shoulders shake as she shivers at the thought.
There’s more to unpack there. I want to know so much about her. I want to get to know this adult version of Kenna. She’s a far cry from the girl who used to spend every other weekend at our house growing up.
“Never have I ever cheated on someone,” Tae says. No one drinks. Nice.
“Never have I ever been cheated on,” says a girl I haven’t met. Kenna and another kid I don’t recognize bring their cups to their lips.
Who the fuck would cheat on Kenna? If it was Drew, I’ll kick his ass.
“Never have I ever had sex with a dude,” Carson says.
Kenna takes a sip and something turns in my gut. Jealousy rips its way through me. Not because she’s not a virgin, but knowing that someone else got to touch her. Taste her. Fuck her.
“Never have I ever wanted to get back with an ex,” Kenna says as she looks at me.
I don’t even flinch toward my cup. Was that directed at me? Does she honestly think I’d want to get back together with Emily? Maybe she’s testing the waters to see where I’m at.
