“Oh great.” Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Go for it.”
Kohen tapped a finger to his chin. “Last time you had sex?”
“Would you believe me if I told you last night?”
“Hell no. I was with you last night, and we sure as hell didn’t fuck,” Kohen snorted, then passed him the bottle. “Drink up, liar.”
Sawyer pointed his bottle at me. “Your turn, Maevey?—”
“Shut up.”
His lips quirked up.
“Yeah, Maeve, it's way past your turn!” Pia squealed.
They were all so drunk that I'd been able to convince them for the past half hour that it was someone else's turn whenever mine came up, but they finally caught on.
“Ugh fine. Who’s asking the question?”
Jocelyn raised her hand then stood up and walked over to me. Stumbled over to me, rather. The girl should have been in bed—she had no idea what was going on. She wouldn't remember a thing in the morning.
Jocelyn plopped herself down on the floor in front of me. I could smell the wine on her like she was wearing it as perfume. Someone had better cut her off.
“Okay, Maevey baby.” She contemplated her question,then smiled and asked after taking a sip of her drink, “Have you ever been in love?”
Everything inside of me shut down. Yes—I'd been in love. Iwasin love. Unfortunately the guy I was in love with didn’t love me back.
“Why would you ask that?” Pia whispered to her, although it was loud enough for me to hear.
All of the eyes in the room were on me, waiting for my answer, but I would not give it. Alcohol and feelings didn't mix well.
There was no point in trying to convince them of a lie. I reached my hand out to Sawyer. “Pass me the bottle.”
“Oh, come on,” Kohen complained. “That was a stupid question. We all know she’s in love with?—”
Pia slapped her hand over his mouth.
I gestured for the bottle again, drinking more than I should have when it was finally in my hand.
It was well past midnight by the time we all cleared out of Kohen's room and made for our own. The rest of the evening was a mess. Our game—which rules seemed to change with each round—ended with Jocelyn’s hands all over Sawyer’s suddenly bare chest. We called it a night when Jocelyn got sick. Luckily she made it to the washroom, but Kohen was still undone over it.
Sawyer walked with me back to my room, shirt slung over his shoulder. He tugged it on when we stopped outside of my door. “Do you need any assistance getting into pajamas?”
I snorted in laughter. “You are the definition of a typical guy.”
Sawyer chuckled. “Night, Maevey?—”
I punched him in the arm. “Don't say it.”
He smiled. “Goodnight.”
“Night.”
I let myself into my room and flopped downon my bed, gazing up at the spinning ceiling. I closed my eyes, but just as it did every evening, my mind wandered to Sebastian.
He never showed up to join us and I wondered why. Him and I were at odds, but it was still not like him to miss out on an evening with his friends.
I rolled to my side. Where did everything go so wrong? Things were good before all hell broke loose at the gala. The way he kissed me…You didn't kiss someone like that if you didn't want them—if you didn’tneedthem.
