Page 4 of What Happens In Vegas: Jessa & Jaxon
I scroll through the list and read the first one.
“Never have I ever gone streaking.”
Jaxon laughs and takes a drink.
My jaw drops. “You? Streaking? You’re too uptight for that.”
“College,” he says with a shrug. “That’s all you’re getting.”
“Boring,” I tease, but I can’t hide my amusement.
“Next,” he says, clearly eager to move on.
I click again. “Never have I ever had a one-night stand.”
Jaxon raises his glass, his smile turning cocky.
I hesitate for a beat, then raise mine too.
Jaxon’s glass pauses in mid-air, his hazel eyes darkening. “You?”
“What about that surprises you?”
One-night stands are safe. Physical without emotional entanglement. No expectations, no disappointments, no handing over the keys to my heart only to watch someone carelessly drop them down a drain. Just pleasure without the pain that inevitably follows.
His jaw tenses. “Didn’t think you were the type.”
“What type is that, Jaxon?”
His gaze locked onto mine like he’s trying to figure out if I’m bluffing. “Who was he?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
There’s a flicker of irritation in his expression before he masks it. “Nah. Doesn’t matter anymore.”
I giggle, scrolling for the next statement.
“Never have I ever slept with someone twice my age.”
Jaxon arches a brow. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were targeting me.”
“I’m not!” I say, laughing. “Drink up.”
The game continues, the drinks flowing as easily as the laughter. We both loosen up more than I expect, leaning into the conversation and forgetting any pretense of civility.
At one point, I catch myself watching his lips as he speaks, but look away before he notices.
“Never...” I slur, holding back laughter, “have I ever... married.”
We lock eyes for a moment before bursting into uncontrollable laughter, the kind that makes my stomach hurt.
Jaxon leans forward, resting his elbows on the bar as he tries to catch his breath. “We’ve got one shot left each. Who’s winning?”
“I don’t know, but maybe we could do something about this last one,” I say, half-laughing, half-slurring. “Then we’d both win.”
Jaxon’s smile doesn’t fade, but the air becomes darker, more dangerous. “Careful what you suggest, JJ.”
Jaxon
