Page 85 of Unrequited (Unrequited 1)

She tapped the Fireball with her fingernail. “We need to make this a game. How about Never Have I Ever? Take a sip if you’ve done the thing the other person hasn’t.”

“You trying to get me drunk and compliant?”

She shrugged, her lips pursed. “What if I am?”

“Then let’s go. Never have I ever...swam in the Pacific.”

She took a dainty sip. “Really? Never?”

I shook my head. “Nah, never had the chance. Every time I’m out west, I’m working.”

She tapped my knee. “I’m gonna rectify that one day. I’ll take you to my favorite beach. All right...never have I ever had sex with a fan.”

I took a sip. “Diving right in, huh?” She dipped her head, giving me the coyest little smile, making me want to ask the dirtiest questions. Trouble was, there weren’t too many dirty things I hadn’t done. “Ah, okay. Never have I ever had sex with a celebrity.”

Maeve took a sip.

Took a fucking sip.

“Really?”

“I lived in L.A.”

I scoffed. “Are you saying everyone in L.A. is sleeping with famous people?”

“I don’t know what other people are doing...I only know I ran into a lot of celebrities and it happened.”

“I’m gonna need a name.”

She batted her lashes. “Who says it’s just one?”

My gut clenched with jealousy I had no right to. “Is there more than one?”

She hesitated before she answered. “No, only one. Ever heard of Drew Rossi?”

Recognition dawned on me immediately. The guy was on one of those CW Network shows where thirty-year-olds play teenagers.

“That guy? You slept with him?”

I only knew the show because Diego routinely took over my living room with binge watches. The kid had the taste of a fifteen-year-old girl.

“I mean, yeah. He was my boyfriend for a year.”

I hate this game. Why the fuck am I playing it?

I took a shot of Fireball even though it wasn’t my turn. Fuck if I was going to listen to this even half sober.

“Was he the one who broke your heart?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. I left L.A. when we were done.” She waved a hand around erratically. “Two years ago. Ancient history. Never have I ever...ridden a motorcycle.”

I sipped. “My old man has a motorcycle. I’ll get you on the back when we go home.”

I’d said it without thought, but once it was out there, I really liked the idea. Maeve’s soft curves pressed against my back, her thighs tight next to mine. Yeah, I could handle that.

The pink in her cheeks deepened, as if she was having the same kind of thoughts. “We’re makin’ a lot of plans for the future.”

“Seems like we’re going to be stuck together for a while. Might as well make good use of our time.”

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