Seb purses his lips, glancing at me. His cheeks flush.
“I won’t judge,” I say. “I’m at fifteen, I think?” I tap my chin. “Wait, do we count oral as sex?”
“No,” B says. “That’s why I said intercourse. And I didn’t ask you, Fiona Flowers. I asked Bastian.”
“I want another question. Don’t I get, like, a free pass or something?”
Brantley’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “That’sthe question you pass on?”
Seb grimaces.
“Were you the campus slut?” B asks, elbowing him in the ribs with a wink.
The blush on Sebastian’s cheeks deepens, but Brantley seems oblivious.
“B, Seb never went to college. He’s a genius chef, remember?”
“Oh right. Well, still, there must’ve been some girls?—”
“One, okay?” Seb says. B and I stare at him then at each otherin disbelief. “What? Why are you guys looking at each other like that? Is one worse than fifteen?”
“Well, no, Seb. Of course not,” I start. “It’s just, well…you’re a smokeshow.”
His brows crinkle beneath the mop of dark hair on his forehead.
“You’re hot as fuck, dude,” Brantley says, using his beer to point. Some of the liquid sloshes into the snow. “Have you seen yourself?”
“I’m what?”
I giggle at the same time B gives a throaty laugh. I stand and walk over to the log, sitting down next to Seb. He watches me warily, and I give him a warm smile before I run my fingers along his jaw, up his cheek, and across his eyebrows, pushing his hair to the side.
“You don’t see yourself, do you?”
His breath hitches, and his gaze bounces between my eyes and lips. He just shakes his head, his eyes watering. He blinks furiously and looks away.
“How do you do that?” he rasps.
“Do what?” I ask softly.
“Make me feel everything all at once. Sometimes when I’m with you, I’m just pure chaos. Like I might combust.”
B makes a sound in his throat, and I look over at him.
“You’re the most overwhelming person I’ve ever met,” Seb says.
B’s nodding, his eyes bright, and I frown because they both look so damn lovestruck.
My fucking heart.
I drop my hand to my lap. Emotions that I’m not ready to face creep up my throat, ready to choke me. I need to ease this tension.
“Truth or dare?” I blurt at B.
“Dare.”
I grin and grab the tape deck from a nearby stump. “I dare you to sing and strip to whatever song is on the radio. Until you’recompletelynaked.”
Brantley’s eyes widen. “You do realize it’s winter, right?”
