“Your turn,” Gia tells me, and I refocus my attention on the phone.
TELL A PLAYER OF THE OPPOSING TEAM’S CHOICE THEIR SEXIEST FEATURE.
“Do Diana,” Lily says with a chortle.
The countdown starts, and I make a big show of studying Diana’s face. Tilting my head, squinting, taking a good, hard look.
“Oh, fuck off,” she grumbles. “We all know you’re going to say something sleazy, like my—”
“Your smile.”
Her suspicion is palpable. “Are you serious?”
“You have a really pretty smile.” My voice suddenly sounds a little gruff to my ears.
“The prompt was sexiest feature, not prettiest,” Gia gloats. “You guys don’t score the point.”
“Oh, in that case, I love her ass.”
“And there he is,” Diana says, sighing.
After a few more rounds, the game is tied. There’s only one turn left: Dixon’s. And the determined gleam in her eyes makes me smother a laugh. Of course she’s insanely competitive. I wouldn’t expect anything less.
“Ready?” Gia says.
“Give it to me.” Diana turns her attention toward the screen.
KISS A PLAYER OF THE OPPOSING TEAM’S CHOICE FOR AT LEAST 20 SECONDS.
“Shane!” Will and Beckett say in unison, then exchange grins.
Diana stares at them in horror. “How could you?”
The countdown on the screen reads fifty-six seconds.
“Ticktock,” I taunt, tapping the imaginary watch on my wrist.
“Just go and kiss him,” Lily urges Diana. “He’s hot.”
“I’d rather eat crushed seashells.”
See? Drama queen.
“That’s oddly specific,” Will remarks, staring at her.
“Forty-five seconds…” Beckett says in a singsong voice.
As Diana remains frozen in her seat, I glance at the other two girls, smirking. “Go ahead and give us the W already. She ain’t gonna do it. It goes against everything she believes in.”
“I can’t believe Fling or Forever has turned on me,” Diana declares. So melodramatic, this one.
The countdown is at thirty-eight seconds.
“Told you,” I brag. “She won’t do it. She knows she’ll enjoy it too much.”
Her eyes flare. “Oh, you wish. If my tongue was in your mouth, only one of us would be enjoying it.”
“Yeah. You.”