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I’ll never grow tired of making her happy.
Holding my girl, I walk us further into the house where the decorations continue.
“What’s the plan for my first night in the house?” She suggestively waggles her eyebrows at me while I blatantly look down her top.
“We’re having a housewarming party, of course!”
“A party?” She gives me a confused look to go along with her questions. “With whom?”
“Well, there’s you and me. Isn’t that enough?” I gracefully set her on her feet and move to the fridge. “Are you ready for your first hangover tomorrow? Because I think we have another item to cross off the list tonight.” I fill my hands with an assortment of alcohol and hold the beverages up for her to see. “We have food, drinks, and party games. Are you up for it, lightweight?”
“Lightweight? Who are you calling lightweight?” She puffs out her chest in defiance.
“You. The girl who’s never had a drink in her life. That’s who.” It’ll take under five drinks to have Noah royally tossed. I’m sure of it.
“Fine, maybe you’re right, but this is still going to be so much fun!”
“What’s your poison?” I ask her.
“Hello? Virgin drinker. How am I supposed to know?”
Oh, right.
I crack open a dark beer that I bought for myself and hand it to her. “Try this.”
One small sip, and then one twisted disgusted face. Yeah, I thought that’s how that would go.
“Is this what alcohol tastes like? I think I’ve changed my mind about the party.” She pushes the bottle back at me.
“Sorry, I bought that for me, but I figured you could try it.” I set the drink she was repulsed by on the counter for myself and pull out one of those hard root beers. “Here, try this one. It’s lighter, and it tastes less like beer.”
She sniffs the open bottle before hesitantly putting it to her lips, and with one eye open, she takes the world’s slowest taste. Afterward, she smacks her lips together, testing it out, before saying, “Much better.”
I usher Noah to the living room where there is a buffet of junk food set up, party food after party food. We have pizza, hot-dog weenies, chips, candy, cake, and so much more—all of it from the bottom of the food pyramid. Tonight, I’ve planned an evening filled with everything she never experienced growing up.
Truth or Dare and strip poker are on the agenda.
We have Twister and Cards Against Humanity.
Somehow, I scrounged up an old-school phone book, so we could do prank calls, too.
We’re even going to play Never Have I Ever. The game I always hated but Sunday would make me play. I thought about Spin the Bottle, but since there are only two of us … well, I’ll be kissing her all night anyway without the bottle.
“Are we drinking or having a food-eating contest?” She gestures to the table setup.
“This is your night of teenage rites of passage. We’re doing it all.”
“What’s first?”
I let her choose, and we end up kicking the night off with Twister, which isn’t a bad start. There is a whole lot of rubbing against one another in this game. Plus, Noah’s ass is in the air for most of the time. I won’t complain about that view. We make the juvenile prank calls next. Noah can’t stop laughing as I ask strangers if their refrigerators are running or ask to speak to Seymour Butts. Do people still make these sorts of calls, or are we bringing it back? Cards Against Humanity turns into strip poker, and by this time, Noah’s had three drinks, which is a lot for her little frame.
She begins to giggle, and her voice is louder than normal.
“Truth or dare,” I challenge Noah.
“Dare!” She sips her fourth drink.
“I dare you to stand up and do a celebrity impression.” I start out easy on her.
