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Trust my sister to tweak this game so we all get drunk. She isn’t supposed to be mentioning things she’s guilty of herself, but fuck it. Emilia shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. I guess she wouldn’t ever have cheated on an exam. She just doesn’t have it in her.
Asher raises his glass. “Never have I ever trespassed.”
This time all of us drink, and Asher frowns at Emilia. “Technically, I was trespassing the day I met Kate and Carter,” she tells him, making him laugh.
I hold up my glass and try my best not to look directly at Emilia. “Never have I ever skinny dipped.”
I take my shot while Emilia’s cheeks redden and smile to myself. Her hand is trembling, as though she wants to drink but doesn’t dare to. Eventually she raises her glass to her lips and takes a sip. She smiles at Kate and shrugs. “Technically we have, remember those inflatable pools your mom used to fill up for us?”
Kate laughs and nods, taking a sip of her drink.
Emilia looks at me and grins before raising her glass. “Never have I ever put fake weed in someone’s locker.”
I groan and take another shot. She’s got me there.
Asher raises his glass and shrugs. “Never have I ever dumped someone over text.”
Emilia blanches and takes her shot, coughing as it goes down wrong. I look at her with wide eyes and Kate bursts out laughing. “Shit, I forgot you did that to Landon. Poor guy.”
I smile to myself, even though I know I shouldn’t. She dumped him over text? What the fuck?
Kate lifts her glass and grins at Emilia, and I know that whatever she’s going to say is guaranteed to make Emilia drink. “Never have I ever snuck into someone’s room.”
She groans and glances at me before taking a shot. I can’t even count the amount of times she’s snuck into my room. I raise my glass and grin to myself. “Never have I ever watched someone masturbate.”
Kate and Asher both blanch and take a shot, both of them avoiding looking at each other. Ugh, disgusting.
Emilia looks at me with wide eyes and coughs. She rubs her chest and gets up. “I need some water,” she says between coughs. I stand up and follow her into the kitchen, my shot glass in hand.
Her cheeks are bright red and she’s leaning against the sink, looking all hot and bothered. Is she thinking of when I gave her that little show through our windows?
She looks up when I walk toward her, and her cheeks get even redder. Her blush spreads to her chest and my eyes drop to her breasts, where they linger.
“You owe me a shot, Minx,” I murmur, my voice gravely. I hold it out for her and she looks at me with heated eyes. She’s breathing hard and I barely manage to resist. I want her so fucking bad. I want Emilia pushed up against my kitchen counter, her lips on mine.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I smile and bring my shot glass to her lips. Emilia looks down and then smiles before emptying my glass, her head tipped back.
“I thought you said you didn’t know what I was talking about?”
Emilia grins at me as her eyes run over my body, showing me some of the bravado I’m used to from her. One thing I’ve always found really fucking hot about Emilia is how fucking brazen she is. None of that modest bullshit.
“I don’t.”
I chuckle and grab a bottle of vodka, refilling the glass. “Fine. Never have I ever fucked someone in a treehouse.”
She takes the glass and drinks half, offering me the other half. Fair enough. I raise it to my lips and empty it. Emilia takes it from me and refills it.
“Never have I ever made out with someone in open waters,” she says, her voice husky.
My mind flashes back to that very first kiss she and I ever shared. Things have always been intense between us, and that night was no exception. I still want her as much as I did then. I want her wrapped around my body, my hands roaming over her skin. I take a step closer to her and place my hand around her waist, giving into temptation. Emilia melts into me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She’s breathing as hard as I am, and the way she pushes her hips against mine makes me want more.
I take the glass she hands me and empty half of it, offering her the rest. She places her palm flat against my chest and grins as she tips the glass up. Her fingers trace over my pecs and she looks up at me with a clear challenge in her eyes.
I’m about to tempt her into more reminiscing when Asher walks into the kitchen. I step away from Emilia and thankfully Asher pretends like he didn’t just walk in on us having a moment.
“Kate is a bit drunk, how’re you feeling, Emilia?” he asks.
