Page 52 of Never You

Jensen chuckles beside me, and I look at him rubbing his hands together with an evil smirk. “I was already hoping you’d say that.”

He gets up, walking to the bar, and we watch him with confusion, before Bodi mutters, “Oh shit,”under his breath.

“What’s going on?”

Bodi just shakes his head, rubbing his hands over his face. When Jensen gets back, he holds another shot in his hand, placing it in front of Bodi.

“Dare, mate.”

Bodi keeps a straight face, though his brown eyes are shooting daggers at his friend. “I hate you.” His lips purse, before he presses his tongue against his teeth.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“It’s on you if I chuck up my dinner, you know that, right?” Bodi replies, as they both ignore me.

“Ah, come on, pussy. It’s been ages. I think you can handle it,” Jensen pushes, his features getting more animated by the second.

Bodi holds his stare for a brief moment before he shakes his head, picking up the shot.

“Asshole,” he hisses, then throws his head back as he pours the liquid down his throat, his hair flopping with the jerk of his neck.

“What is it?” I smack Jensen’s arm, having no idea why he’s snickering like he just made Bodi eat shit and sold it like chocolate.

Before he replies, Bodi’s eyes shut in agony while he lets out an excruciating groan, slugging the shot glass back on the table. He quickly places his hand in front of his mouth, gagging, as Jensen starts to laugh uncontrollably. A whim of anise wrinkles my nose.

My eyes widen as Bodi tries to fight his need to puke up his guts, and I screech, both entertained and shocked. “What the hell did you give him, Jensen?”

“Sambuca. The fucker once lost a bet,” he heaves, still laughing, “resulting in doing ten Sambuca shots in a minute. He’s had a trauma ever since.”

Bodi’s face is now completely pale, inhaling and exhaling slowly, trying to get rid of his nausea while I watch Jensen having the time of his life.

“You’re an asshole.” I laugh, turning his attention to me.

“I know.”

My head quivers as I hold a peach schnapps in front of Bodi’s face. Drops of sweat are forming on his forehead, and his grimace is telling me he definitely needs some cheering up.

Poor guy.

“Drink up. It will get the taste out of your mouth.”

Eagerly, he grabs the shot out of my hands, downing the thing as if his life depends on it. When he places the glass back on the table, a shiver runs through his body, and he lets out a loud shriek that makes me wince.

“Dear Lord,” I mumble with a heavy southern tongue, gripping my heart before Jensen’s eyes calmly move my way.

“Where the hell did that come from?” he asks in a gruff tone.

The stumped look in his eyes makes it undetectable to tell if he’s turned on or appalled. My brows move to my hairline, not sure what he’s talking about.

“Your accent. You’ve been hiding that for five years?”

“Maybe?”

He leans closer, burying his nose in the loose strands falling around my face, just above my ear. Right away, the hairs on my neck stand up as his breath fans over the sensitive crook of my neck.

“It’s sexy.”

My eyes stay focused on Bodi, pushing back the tension building in my core.

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