Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
She’s wiping down the counters while I’m rinsing the sink. “Okay, now that we’re done, let’s play.”
“We need another bottle of wine,” I tell her, walking over to the cabinet and taking a bottle out, “unless you want to do something else.”
“Wine is good.” She takes her glass and my glass off the table and walks to the couch. “It’s still coming down out there pretty hard.”
“Yeah.” I open the bottle and toss the cork on the counter before walking over to her and pouring some in her glass and some in mine. “Okay, so let’s play Never Have I Ever.”
I sit beside her on the couch, turning my upper body to face her while she sits in the corner, her legs curled under her. “If you have done what the other person has never done, you take a sip of wine.”
“Got it,” she says with a smirk. “I’m so going to win.”
“I’m hoping that we fuck on the couch so we can both win.”
She throws her head back and lets out a laugh, and for the life of me, I can’t tell you a better sound I’ve heard in my life. Actually, scratch that, the way she says my name when I slide into her. That’s the best fucking sound, but her laughter is an easy second. “Okay, who goes first?” she asks with a twinkle in her eye. “Are we doing spicy Never Have I Ever?”
“We can,” I say, willing to give her anything to keep her smiling like that. “We can also take a drink and then strip a piece of clothing off.”
“Now this is a game,” she cheers. “Who is going first?”
“You can go first.”
“Okay.” She looks to the side thinking. “Never have I ever gone skinny-dipping.” She smirks at me.
“I’m not drinking,” I tell her and she laughs. “That was unintentional skinny-dipping.”
“Ummm,” she clarifies, “I wasn’t talking about that time.” She points at me. “I was talking about when we went on vacation one summer, and the guys thought it would be a good idea to go streaking down the beach and then into the water.”
“Fuck,” I swear when I think back. “Fine, I have, so I will drink.” I take a sip of wine. “You’ve never gone skinny-dipping?”
“No!” she gasps out. “My biggest fear is one, someone steals my clothes and I have to end up walking around naked, and two, it’s so dark and that is where danger lies. You have to take something off.” She points at me and I hand her my glass as I pull off my shirt.
“Okay, my turn,” I declare, taking back my glass and tossing her my shirt as she lays it on her lap. “Never have I ever faked an orgasm.”
She gasps again. “That’s not fair.” I wink at her and she tilts her head, and I know now it’s on. She takes a sip of her wine and then I point at her, my finger going up and down, waiting to see what she is going to take off. She hands me her glass the same way I handed her mine, and she takes off the sweater she is wearing, leaving her in black tights and a black sports bra. “Your turn,” I say with glee that I at least won one question.
“Never have I ever hooked up with one of my friends’ siblings.” I look up at the ceiling and I can’t help but laugh at her. “You can just chug the whole glass now,” she tells me and I take a sip before I put my glass down on the table and get up, peeling off my pants and tossing them to her, leaving me in boxers and my socks. “Looks like I’m going to win.”
I pick up my glass. “Never have I ever used a dating app for the sole purpose of hooking up with someone.” I point at her.
She slaps the couch. “That is not fair.” The words come out of her as a hiss. “How else was I supposed to meet someone when I went to an all-girls summer camp?”
“Not my problem.” I smile big at her. “I’ll take your pants.”
She scoffs at me, “Like hell you will.” She takes a sip of her wine and then throws me her sports bra. “If your nipples can be out, so can mine. My turn.” She taps her glass as she thinks. “Never have I ever ghosted someone after sex.”
“Yes, you have.” I point to her. “You ghosted me.”
“That was not me ghosting you,” she denies. “This game is so dumb.”
“It’s dumb because you’re playing to win and not for fun,” I tell her. “Okay, my turn. Never have I ever had multiple orgasms in a row.”
“Motherfucker,” she hisses at me, finishing the glass of wine in her hands, “that’s cheating.” She puts the glass down and peels off her pants, leaving her in just her lace thong. “I hope you are happy with yourself.” She tosses the pants at my face, and I catch them.