Page 50 of Feral Touch
“I barely stumbled,” he grumbled.
“It made international news. Drink.”
He did so grudgingly.
It was Ren's turn next. “Never have I ever…” he trailed off and looked at me, giving me a soft smile. “Reunited with the boy who's had a crush on me since high school.”
My heart fluttered and my cheeks heated up. Was he saying…?
“You should drink,” he added.
I blushed and ducked my head before taking a big gulp, avoiding everyone's eyes. His words were just as sweet as my drink—almost too sweet to be said in public.
Morris spoke up. I thought his turn would distract everyone and save me from too much embarrassment.
“Never have I ever talked about one girl non-stop to the point where my bandmates told me to just get married already.”
Ren thumped his head back against the tall booth behind him and groaned.
“Drink.” Morris ordered. Ren did so, giving me a sheepish smile.
“Never have I ever checked my phone every 30 seconds waiting to hear from the girl I’m obsessed with.” Kell winked at Emily and took a drink.
“It's not your turn! Why are you ganging up on me?” Ren complained, but he was laughing as he said it. He took another drink.
Emily went next. “Never have I ever flashed a crowd of people.”
“What counts as flashing?” Kell asked.
“Drink,” everyone at the table except me commanded. He obeyed, not looking even slightly ashamed.
“Now it's officially my turn,” Kell said. “Never have I ever been thrown out of a club.”
“We weren’t thrown out!” Emily protested.
“We were just kindly asked to leave the premises,” Ailey added.
“Doesn't matter,” Kell grinned. “Drink up.”
Ailey and Emily grumbled as they sipped. To my surprise, Morris took a drink as well.
It was my turn again. I should have been preparing what to say, but I was too absorbed in everyone else's confessions. “Never have I ever…” What did rock stars do? “…made out in a moving vehicle.”
Every single person at that table took a drink. I was pleased with myself for a moment until I realized that I hadn't taken a single drink yet aside from Ren's turn. I started to get self-conscious. I didn't have any of the cool experiences these people had. God, I was so boring.
Gloom began to settle in my chest. Emily must have noticed, because she reached out and slapped me on the back.
“Sounds like you're in need of a wild, crazy, girl's night out. What do you say, Ailey?”
“Sounds fun,” she chirped, then pulled out her phone as it pinged. The offer cheered me up a little.
A loud squeak interrupted before I could answer.
A trio of girls was peeking around the high-backed enclosure of our circular booth, eyes wide and mouths open. All three wore tiny tube tops, one sparkly pink and the other two solid black. Two wore miniskirts while the third had on a tight pair of skinny jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places.
“Excuse me,” Skinny Jeans spoke. Despite her flabbergasted expression, her voice was deep and throaty, not at all high pitched like I expected. “I’m really, really sorry to interrupt, but me and my friends arehugefans of Feral Silence!” She didn’t blink her green eyes once, almost as if she was afraid the band would disappear if she dared close her lids.
Kell got up smoothly with a wicked expression in his eyes. He put an arm around her shoulder and drew her closer. Her mouth popped open as her friends looked on in jealousy.
