Never Have I Ever

That night, it's just the five of us in the cabin again - Amy's prospect did turn out to be eighteen, but unfortunately for her (and fortunately for us), already has a boyfriend. That, or he wasn't interested, which I would find very hard to believe if he were straight.

Amy plants herself on the floor, and some of her drink sloshes over the side of her cup. "Okay, rules are simple. Someone says 'never have I ever' ... I don't know, microwaved a bag of cheetos, or something. And then anyone who has done that has to drink. It's like truth or dare, but only truth, and only yes/no questions. But for everyone." She glances around at us, and I have to stifle a giggle from how much she's slurring. "Fuck it, you get it. Alright, I'll start. Never have I everrr ... watched step-sibling porn."

Elijah and Jack both raise their cups to their lips. To my surprise, so does Dani. "Oh my god, you dark horse," I grin at her.

"What? It was only, like, once," she blushes.

We work our way around for a few turns, none of us pushing the boat out too far apart from Amy, whose questions become less and less coherent. Still, we learn that Elijah is completely unable to keep plants alive (even cacti), that Dani has never passed a driving test, and that Jack has never been out of the country. Then it's Amy's turn again.

"Okay, okay, I've got a good one," she giggles. "Never have I ever ... masturbated while fantasizing about someone in this room."

Oh, fuck. Amy, you bitch. I raise my cup to my lips, glaring daggers at her. Why I told her I rubbed one out to her brother last year, I will never know. Unsurprisingly, Elijah and Dani both drink. And so does Jack. Great. I wonder who he thought about.

Kill me now.

"You bunch of pervs," Amy cackles. "Alright, your turn, Alicia."

I smile sweetly. "Okay, Amy. Never have I ever had sex without a condom."

Amy flips me a middle finger as she takes a gulp of her drink. Elijah and Dani both roll their eyes in unison as they drink. And once again, Jack silently raises his cup to his mouth and takes a swig. Okay. Didn't see that coming.

Dani finishes gulping down her drink and shifts in her seat. "Okay, um ... never have I ever ... drunk dialed an ex."

Amy and I share a look. "Cheers, biatch," I laugh, sloshing my cup against hers and taking a swig.

"Wait, what?" asks Jack. "You two were ...?"

"No, dumbass, we're just both idiots," Amy cackles. Then she looks pointedly at me. "Although, hey, I wouldn't say no."

"Gross," I laugh.

"Ooh, that gives me an idea," Elijah says. "Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex."

Amy takes another drink, then burps. "Is anyone else feeling targeted here?" Then she notices Dani taking a subtle swig of her own drink, and her eyebrows rocket up her face. "Oh, you absolute dark horse! Fuck!"

Dani laughs shyly at Elijah's stunned face. "What? I went to Catholic school. Sue me."

Jack chuckles, then realizes all eyes are on him for his turn. "Uh ..." he looks around for inspiration, before his eyes land on me. "Okay, er, never have I ever been rejected when asking someone out." His eyes linger on me like a challenge. Okayyyy. What does that mean? Is that a boast? Or a promise? And why am I blushing?

"Just me, huh?" Elijah says after taking a swig of his drink. "Damn patriarchy."

"Amen to that," Amy giggles, raising her glass and spilling a not insignificant amount of vodka coke down her top. "Ah, fuck!"

I tear my eyes away from Jack and take Amy's drink off her. "Okay, I think you've had enough."

"Alicia, no!" she protests, lunging for the cup. She misses and somehow ends up with her hand directly on one of my boobs, with my nipple poking her palm through my bikini top. Before I can react, she bites her lip and gives me a squeeze.

"Okay, you have definitely had enough!" Despite the jolt of arousal, I quickly push her off. Amy pouts.

"Just when it was getting interesting," Jack sighs in mock disappointment. I flash him a glare, and he grins.

Elijah crouches down next to her. "Hey, sis? That was super uncalled for, you know that, right?" Amy blows a raspberry, then giggles. "Yep, great counter point," he says sarcastically. "Any objections if I take her to bed? Not like that, Jack, get your mind out of the gutter."

"Here, I'll help," says Dani, crouching on the other side of Amy and slinging her arm around her neck. Together, they lift her up and begin walking her back to our room.

Jack raises an eyebrow at me. "Man, this is not your holiday, is it?"

To my surprise, I find myself laughing. "No, it's really not. Then again, that is mostly on you."

"Fair," he chuckles guiltily, ruffling his sandy hair. Maybe it's the ****, but the tick suddenly seems kinda cute. He catches me watching. "What?"

"Nothing," I say quickly. A slight blush rises to my cheeks. Oh, shit. Alicia, no, that would be such a big mistake.

There's a bang from down the hall, and I take the opportunity to look away from his deep brown eyes. "Are you guys okay?" I call. When no one replies, I stand up. "I'm gonna go help them," I say awkwardly.

"Good idea," says Jack, standing up and following me to mine and Amy's room. I feel his presence behind me, and butterflies appear in my stomach. Is it my imagination, or am I swaying my hips more than normal?

When we enter, Amy is sprawled on the floor, giggling, as Elijah and Dani struggle to lift her onto the lower bunk. "Stop laughing," Elijah curses, trying to get a decent hold of her legs before she wriggles out.

"It tickles!" she squeals.

"What was that noise?" I ask.

"She slammed her knee into the bed," Dani says, exasperated. "I don't think she even felt it."

Without waiting for instructions, Jack squats down next to Amy and gets his hands under her back and her legs. "Support her head, Dani."

"Ooh, hello handsome," Amy giggles at Jack before looking over his shoulder and winking at me. I roll my eyes.

Dani nods and does as she's told, and then Jack strains, lifting Amy up and placing her gently on the bed. He makes it look, if not effortless, at least impressive, and I can't help picturing his bare chest rippling underneath his shirt. Oh, god, kill me, please.

Hello handsome, indeed.