Page 8 of So in Love
The two couples said their good-byes and left.Tori loaded the empty glasses into the dishwasher.“We should get home too,” she said, looking at Sean.“Ian will be up early.”That was their young son.
“You guys leaving?”Sean asked Jamie and Crystal.
Jamie probably should’ve tagged along with Cam and Brooke since he lived across the street from them, but the car would be full.Plus, he wasn’t quite ready to leave.“Nah.All you couples are lightweights.”
Crystal clacked her glass against his again.“Agreed.”
Sean chuckled.“Probably.’Night.”He and Tori left.
Jamie turned to Crystal and caught her frowning at her glass.
“What’s the matter?”he asked.
“At the risk of sounding like a lightweight, I think I should stop with the whiskey.”She went to the bar and set her glass down.
Jamie followed her and tossed back the rest of his drink before depositing his empty glass on the counter.“Bummer.I’ve still got at least an hour left in me.”
She cast him a sly smile.“I didn’t say I was done.I’m going back to beer.”She reluctantly leaned Hugh against the bar before looking over at Jamie.“Want one?”
“Sure.”He watched as she pulled down a couple of pint glasses and filled them from the tap.“Are you going to sleep with Hugh tonight?”
She laughed, a deep, dusky sound that fired the sexual hunger that had been thrumming in the background of his body all evening.“I might.”
He was suddenly quite jealous of Hugh.“First he gets a kiss, then he gets to share your bed?Lucky pool cue.”
She arched a blonde brow at him as she slid his pint glass over the bar to him.“You’re a flirt.”
“Not typically.But what can I say, you’ve inspired me.”
She rolled her eyes, smiling.“I don’t buy it for a minute.”She picked up her pint glass and Hugh and went to one of the leather couches where she sank down and sipped her beer.She leveled a knowing stare at him.“I think youarea flirt, and I think you just tell women you aren’t.”
He moved to the couch opposite hers and sat down, propping his feet on the coffee table between them.“Not true.It’s not as if Ineverflirt, but you make me sound like a player.That’s my brother.Or was until he met Brooke.”
“That’s right.”She set Hugh perpendicular to the floor and spun him in her hand.The erotic images that innocent movement sparked made him shake his head.“So you aren’t a player?”she asked.
He took a healthy drink of beer to clear his mind of lust.“Nah.I don’t have the social skills.Too much of a book nerd.”
She stopped spinning Hugh and leaned him against the couch beside her.“Not me.I always got in trouble for beingtoosocial.You’d never hear anyone accuse me of being a book nerd.”
“Never?”
She shook her head before sipping her beer.
“Are you sure?”he asked, thinking that he was feeling particularly flirty.“When you drink after a ‘never’ question it usually means youhave.”
Her brows flew up her forehead and her lips curved into a sultry smile.“You mean ‘Never have I ever.’”
He shrugged.“We played it as ‘I never.’”
She settled back against the couch, cradling her pint glass.“Okay, then.Never have I ever been called a book nerd.”
“So we’re playing?”In his experience, this game typically got dirtier and dirtier as it wore on due to the quantity of alcohol being ingested.Except he was already quite tipsy.Or maybe even drunk.Was she?
“Why not?”she said.“Your turn.”
“Do I have to keep it clean?”
She laughed, and that low, husky, sultry sound flowed over him.“You aresucha flirt.”
