Page 21 of Faking the Play

“Amelia. Flash, Kiss, or Drink?” Demo grinned at my empty cup and winked, but it was definitely a playful wink, not a creepy one.

Still, I wasn’t going to kiss him.

I did, however, still have my bra on, and it covered as much as a bikini, so my answer was a no-brainer. I flipped up my shirt, grateful that I hadn’t worn a dress, and let everyone see the white and blue checkered bra I wore. Next to me, Ethan muttered a curse.

With my attention drawn to him, I did something very stupid.

“Ethan. Flash, Kiss, or Drink?”

His gaze flicked down to my mouth for a moment, and then his eyes met mine. The heat in them sent my heart racing, my mind knowing what was coming, even if I couldn’t quite accept that it was real.

All of this happened in seconds that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. An eternity where no one else, and nothing else, existed. And then he said a single word.

“Kiss.”

Before I could do more than suck in a quick breath, Ethan cupped my chin and pressed his mouth against mine. His lipswere warm and soft as they moved, parting my lips to let his tongue slip inside my mouth. A shiver of pleasure went down my spine and I found myself clutching his shirt, pulling myself closer, needing to taste more of him. His teeth scraped my bottom lip and I made a soft sound.

At that, he drew back, slowly breaking the kiss and then locking eyes with me for a moment before he sat back. I could feel the flush in my cheeks, but they weren’t the only part of my body heating up.

“It’s your turn, Ethan.” Phoebe’s voice broke through, reminding me that we weren’t alone.

“I, uh, I need to use the restroom.” I bolted to my feet. “Don’t stop the game on my account.”

I could’ve just gone into Ethan’s bathroom, but I needed space as well as time to collect myself. Hopefully, they’d just assume that I didn’t want an audience on the other side of the door while I peed, or that Ethan didn’t want anyone using his private bathroom. Even if they knew the real reason I rushed out of the room, it wasn’t going to stop me.

Ethan had kissed me, and I didn’t know what it meant other than the fact that I’d really liked it.

I made my way through the crowd to the half bath that guests used, and was relieved to find it open. Once inside, I shut the door and leaned over the sink, closing my eyes as my head spun.

I could still feel his mouth on mine, taste him. More than that, my body was still humming with everything he’d made me feel. Wanted. Desired. Safe.

His.

What really blew my mind was that I’d felt it before.

When Ryan had kissed me.

Thinking about that wasn’t going to make things any clearer. Maybe what I needed to do was go back to my room, focus on the lesson plans Dr. Isenberg had given me for next week, and takea break from the boys until it was time for Ryan and me to go on our next date.

With that thought in mind, I opened the bathroom door and found myself face-to-face with Logan. His eyes were dark, his expression more intense than I’d ever seen it before.

“You kissed Ethan,” he said.

“Um, yeah? We were playing—”

“And you kissed Ryan.”

“Well, technically, both of them kissed me,” I pointed out.

He stared at me for a heartbeat, then caught my face between his hands. “My turn.”

And for the second time tonight, I found myself being thoroughly and properly kissed. Ethan’s kiss had been heated, but sweet. Logan, however, kissed me like a starving man, tongue plundering and teeth nipping. Sharp jolts of pain that barely registered before he soothed them away. He stole the air from my lungs and thoughts from my head. My entire body throbbed with need.

Then he stopped.

No easing out of it like Ethan had done. Logan was kissing me one moment and gone the next, disappearing before my eyes even opened.

What the hell had just happened?

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