Wren narrowed her eyes but a faint smile crept across her face. “What an interesting turn of events.”
Beckett winked at Wren, then clinked her bottle with Rowan who was trying to suppress a violent snicker.
Juniper nudged Rowan’s chair with her foot. “Are you guys bro-ing out over there?”
Rowan turned toward Beckett. “I don’t know, Councilwoman, is that considered bro-ing out?” She asked in a playfully irreverent tone.
“We’re bonding over our shared love of beautiful women. If you consider that bro-ing out, then…” Beckett offered a nonchalant shrug, “so be it.”
“There’s your answer,” Rowan said as she turned back toward Juniper. She smiled coyly as she brought the bottle to her lips.
“Alright, Kyle, your turn, but we’re changing the topic.” Juniper redirected everyone’s attention. “What is the craziest thing you’ve done in a relationship?”
Kyle’s giggle started low and quiet. “I got a secret tattoo for an ex-boyfriend.”
Wren threw her hand onto his forearm. “Stop it, Kyle. Even I don’t know about it?!”
He shook his head and giggled louder. “It’s of a gummy bear.”
“Where, Kyle? Where?” Wren gripped his forearm harder.
“On my ass cheek.”
“I’m so fucking mad! Show it to me right now! I’m supposed to be your best friend.”
Kyle got up, turned his butt toward the group, and slightly pulled his pants down on one side. Rowan couldn’t believe what she was seeing. He did, indeed, have a pink gummy bear tattooed on his right ass cheek.
When the laughter died down, it was Beckett’s turn to redirect the game.
“And what about you, Wren?”
“What about me?”
“Are you going to answer the question for the game?”
“Remind me.”
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve done in a relationship?”
Wren laughed loudly. “One time I was having sex with this guy, and it was like,reallynot good, so…” She lost her steam and paused, pressing her lips together.
Wren was categorically unguarded. Almost the polar opposite to her cousin. So it didn’t surprise Rowan when she launched into an embarrassing story without realizing just how embarrassing it was until it was too late.
“It wasn’t good?” Beckett prompted.
Wren cleared her throat, crossed her legs, and shook her foot against her calf. “Why is it so hard to find a clit, ya know? I fell asleep.”
Beckett paused lifting her beer bottle to her lips and lifted a single eyebrow. “Oh.”
“Happens to the best of us,” Kyle attempted.
Well, you’re gay.How many clits have you tried to find?
Rowan thought it but didn’t dare say it. By the confusedfrown on Beckett’s face, that was not akin to her experience either.
“Anyway, we weren’t even in a relationship, so that story didn’t really count toward the question. Anyone have another question?” She picked at the hem of her shorts.
“Sure-” Beckett quickly interjected, and Rowan loved her for it, “Uh, if you could be a famous musician for a day, who would you be?”
