"Oh my God, Zara," he whispered, taking a good look at me. The insecurity managed to break through my amorousness. "I knew you were a beautiful woman, but damn, you're about to kill me with those curves." "I..." I wrapped my arms around chest, feebly trying to shield myself from his stare. Shame churned within my stomach. "I-Is that a bad thing?" "No, it's a very good thing." Gently, he pushes my arms away so I can't hide myself anymore. I sighed as his fingers drew little lines along the curves of my hips. "Almost makes we wish I was a race car driver so I could fully appreciate them."

"My heart skidded to a sudden halt as soon as it landed on him. He was the only person I didn’t want the bottle to land on. It seemed like everyone in the entire party turned their attention to both of us. I bit my lip in utter frustration." Carolyn Summers has always been a square, a goodie two shoes. She's never been to a high school party, and she's never been out past curfew, but when she's threatened to be humiliated in front of her entire school for something that happened over three years ago she has to make a decision-- fast. Lyn does the thing she swore she'd never do: sneak out of her house, go to a high school party, and--and play a game of Spin the Bottle?