Page 121 of Sour Notes

He crooks his finger at me, then hooks it under my chin drawing me in for a fiery kiss. Butterflies erupt low in my belly when his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine.

This man tastes like alcohol and bad decisions, but I can’t bring myself to care.

“Damn. Someone call the fire department, it’s getting hot in here. On that note… favorite sex position. Go!”

Layla and Nick say, “Doggy” simultaneously, high-fiving while Nick barks like a dog. Mario responds with a howl of his own.

Mom announces, “Reverse cowgirl” proudly, at the exact same moment I stupidly take a sip of water, almost choking myself to death.

Death by mental trauma.

Someone hand me the bleach, I need to burn the mental image of Mom riding Dad like a cowboy from my brain, stat.

It takes me only a split second to realize all eyes are on us while I’m still reeling from that little truth nugget.

No way.

Not doing it.

“Oh, come on, guys, I can’t talk about sex positions in front of our parents.”

Mario chuckles, shrugging. “Your mom doesn’t seem to mind. Yeehaw.” He swings his hand over his head, thrusting his hips like a perverted cowboy.

“Why are we friends, Maz?”

“We’re family, boo. That’s worse.” He winks at me before clapping his hands. “Bame, Bame.”

“Come on, Mia mou, everyone does it,” Mom shouts in encouragement.

Christ. I need a new family. This is not normal.

And that’s coming from a sex journalist.

“Ready?” Swayze mutters, catching my gaze.

No.

“Handcuffed.” My eyes snap back to him again. “Any, if she’s at my mercy.”

Wait, how did he know that? We have definitely not discussed it. I’d remember that, no matter how drunk I was.

His gaze burns as he sinks his hand into my hair, tugging me toward his lips slowly, never looking away.

Mayday.

May-fucking-day.

I think I need to dive into the pool and cool off before I forget our reinforced rules less than twenty-four hours later.

Well, at least until I catch sight of Pete’s disgusted sneer as we part, which sends icy shards skittering up my spine.

“And now, ladies and gents, we see why she picked the cop. Moving swiftly on… who said I love you first?”

Well, fuck. What a question to answer straight off the back of the very real reminder about why I don’t do love sneering at me like a troll.

How am I supposed to answer this?

Swayze huffs out a laugh beside me as Mario counts down.