I'd always pictured Spin The Bottle a certain kind of way. Like the way the actors portrayed it in the teen television shows and movies I'd watched.
There'd be a little opaque glass bottle that spun and spun until it landed on a special someone. Then everyone would watch, enthralled, as a gorgeous couple leaned in, ever so slowly, and press their lips together, for a handful of seconds. Spin The Bottle was a game played for your first kiss in middle school. That is, unless you played by Trinity rules. Which meant no rules...at all.
I followed the gabbing Midland Prep girls out the back slider, sipping on my seltzer, until I came up empty somewhere around the Olympic sized pool. Bending down, I added the skinny can to the big blue recycling container, admiring the consideration taken on Bryce's part. Teen parties didn't have to equal overflowing landfills.
My mind flickered from saving the planet, back to the girls who'd rounded the grassy hill behind the house. My body obediently followed, while my mind wondered if I should just turn around and wait in the kitchen for...whatever this was...to be over.
"You're such a ho Emma Leigh!" Kenzi's cackle brought my feet along at an even faster pace.
As I rounded the corner, the orange glow from the fire was the first thing my eyes focused on. The second was the way Emma Leigh's crop top rode up, as she rode someone's lap. A very big someone. With black painted fingernails.
The seltzer bubbled up the back of my throat, and I clawed my hand against the sensation. Hudson and Emma Leigh were making out. She was riding him. I wondered if he was hard.
"Times like this remind me why I hated high school..." A gravelly sardonic voice whispered in my ear, and I jumped a mile high.
"Hudson?!" My gaze snapped quickly from Emma Leigh, to my best friend with his black hoodie zipped and pulled over his head despite the seventy degree weather.
"Why do you look so surprised?" I shifted back incredulously to Emma Leigh, who was wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, as she dismounted a Hudson-wannabe in a Midland Prep t-shirt.
"I just thought..." My mind was drawing a blank. Positively reeling. It hadn't been Hudson after all. But what if it had been?! Why did I care so much?!
"Thought what?" Realization slowly colored his handsome features, and he drew his thumb across his lips to hide his smirk. "That I'd be out here playing Spin The Bottle with The Trinity?!" He made a gagging sound, and I giggled like a fucking school girl. Seriously. A real life giggle. What was wrong with me?!
"I mean yeah, I guess that's what I thought..."
"Well I wasn't, and I didn't." Hudson's hand found mine and I looked away to hide my blush. "Not that Emma Leigh didn't try. She was all 'OMG Hud, you totally have to play!' and I was all 'Fuck off and find some other chump to play your childish games' ." Hudson pretended to throw some fake hair over one shoulder, and I positively beamed.
"You're so weird."
"Whatever, you know you love me." He rolled his eyes, but his hand twitched a little in mine.
"You're delusional." I turned away so he couldn't see the way my cheeks flamed.
Hudson wasn't entirely wrong. I did love him...as a friend. I had for years. But my jealous streak tonight complicated things. It made me realize I felt something else inside. Something foreign and that made me want to crawl into my bed and not resurface for the next six days. Not until after Hudson was gone, and I could make sense of it all.
"You wanna get out of here?" His voice was low and husky, and exactly the way he sounded when he was turned on.
"Oh yeah? And go where exactly?"
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The Impact of Intimacy
Roman d'amour***ONGOING*** Being the only virgin left in small town, Texas was a major fucking buzz kill. Bailey Sawyers didn't get invited to parties, she didn't get to gossip with the girls, and Bryce Hall certainly never looked in her direction. Which was wh...
