Page 36 of Anchored Love
Mason
I Don’t Get Drunk; I Just Get Less Classy And More Fun
Everly openedthe door to our room, one hand holding her shirt up over her belly, exposing her midriff, wearing a devious smirk on her gorgeous sun-kissed face. We’d just gotten back to our room after dinner and a cabaret show. This was my last night on the ship with Everly. My last night sleeping next to her. I wanted it to last forever. As cheesy as that sounded, it rang true. I’d had the time of my life this past week with her.
Her ocean eyes sparkled with mischief. Her blonde hair in braids on the side of her head.
“What are you up to?”
“It’s our last night, so how about a little fun and some booze.” She produced a bottle of tequila, a saltshaker, and a cup of lemon wedges from her shirt as she rolled it down. She sat her items on the table by the couch. “Come sit with me.” Everly plopped down on the couch and patted the empty space next to her.
“Where did you get that?”
“Maybe Jess and me sweet talked a bartender to get what we wanted.” Her thick, long lashes batted at me, and I shook my head with a chuckle. I collapsed on the couch hoping I wouldn’t have a hangover from hell tomorrow. “Let’s play a game.”
“Alright. What do you have in mind?”
“Something we played back in high school.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Spin the bottle? Seven minutes in heaven?”
“Close, but no. Never have I ever?” She snapped the lid off the bottle and poured us both healthy shots in clear plastic cups.
My memory blanked at first, but after a minute I remembered one weekend when their folks were out of town, and a bunch of us were hanging out in the basement. Drake let Ev join in with the rest of us. I almost kissed her that night, but then a few people got sick, and I ended up driving them home.
“You know … I thought you were going to kiss me the last time we played.”
“Me too.” My gaze zeroed in on her lips.
“Alright.” She shoved the cup in my hand. “I’ll start. Never have I ever gotten stitches.”
“Fine. You got me.” I sprinkled salt on Everly’s wrist. Capping my mouth over her skin, I licked the grains off slowly, even though I hated the taste of plain salt. I loved my mouth on her body more. I took my shot and sucked on a lemon slice. “Flipped over the handlebars of my bicycle when I was seven. Scared the shit out of my mother. My dad told her I’d be fine and wanted to close the wound with superglue. I ended up with thirteen stitches.” The liquor burned going down. It had been a while since drinking tequila. “My turn. Never have I ever gone vegan.”
“Damn it.”
I may have been counting on Jess forcing her family to practice her lifestyle. Everly took her shot.
“Okay. Never have I ever wrecked a car.”
“Nope.”
Everly took another shot.
“Never have I ever borrowed my sister’s clothes.”
“Shit.” She downed another. “I think you’re trying to get me drunk.”
“Maybe.” I leaned in and captured her mouth. Sliding my tongue between her lips, I tasted the liquor and desire.
Her cheeks were turning red. “Um.” She gulped. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”
My brows shot up. “Did Drake tell you?”
Everly coughed. “Was it with him?”
“God no.” I laughed. “There was these two girls in college; things got a little hot and we experimented. You know, I watched them, and then they let me join.”
“Alright, I don’t need details, Casanova. Take your shot.”
