Page 18 of Perfectly Wrong

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I stood up and reached for my bag. “And I think we should celebrate!” I pulled out a bottle of champagne, grinning at Sam’s stunned expression. “I’ve decided to get drunk tonight, for the first time in my life.” I laughed.

“That’s going to be interesting,” he said. “You know champagne gets you drunk quickly, right?”

I handed him the bottle for him to open.

“We should play a game,” he suggested. “Truth or drink. I ask you a question, and if you don’t want to answer, you drink. Simple.”

“Right, the easiest games are usually the most dangerous.” I played some Maroon 5 on my phone and sat across from him. “What if we just answer everything? No one drinks?”

Sam thought for a moment. “Let’s change it to Truth and drink then.” He popped the cork and took a sip. I settled back on the pillows and put my feet in his lap. “Ready?” He passed me the bottle and started massaging my left foot.

“Okay.” I took a drink. “You start.”

“What was the last thing you Googled?”

“How to get back to the hotel from the restaurant. What was your most embarrassing moment in public?”

“I fell flat on my ass in front of eighty thousand people,” he said, laughing. “It was awful. What’s your lucky number and why?”

After each question, the bottle went back and forth between us. We knew this was a terrible idea, but we couldn’t stop.

“Seven, and I have no idea why. I’ve just always liked it. When was the last time you cried, and why?”

He blushed. “When I listened to the song today.”

I smiled. “It’s a beautiful song.”

“You’re my inspiration, Lena,” he admitted. “As long as I have your support, I know everything will be okay.”

It was my turn to blush. Sam smirked and asked his next question.

“How close have you come to cheating on someone?”

“Not close at all,” I said. “I can’t stand cheating.”

“By the way, who was that guy at the restaurant?”

“My turn, Martin.”

He rolled his eyes and took a long sip before handing me the bottle.

“He’s the marketing manager here. He was trying to convince me to have dinner with him, to ‘get to know each other better.’ Have you ever used someone else’s toothbrush?”

“Yeah, yours.”

I frowned. “What do you mean, mine? When?”

“After that first night, when I woke up at your place. I didn’t have one, so I used yours.”

“Gross!” I threw a pillow at him. “That’s disgusting!”

“Oh, come on.” He laughed. “Considering what you’ve put in your mouth, you’re really worried about a toothbrush?”

“You’re so romantic.”

Sam grinned. “Always. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done while drunk?”

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