Page 12 of Fine, Dork

“Uh, I guess, a little.”

She reached over and grabbed my hand that held the beer and lifted it to my mouth. Then she tipped the bottle, encouraging me to drink. “That’s what this shit is for, dork.”

I laughed and pushed her hand away with my free one.

“Let’s play Never-Have-I-Ever!” Beckett yelled from the other side of the fire.

Preston shot him a pointed look and glanced sideways at his new girlfriend. Beckett didn’t notice.

Kinley noticed and mumbled quietly, only for me to hear, “That’s going to land Preston on the couch.” She cleared her throat and raised her voice to address the group. “If we play that, I’m going to end up black-out drunk! Also, I feel like we’re not in high school anymore. Hard pass.”

Beckett threw his head back and laughed. “That’s true. Kinley’s done everything. How many threesomes have you had now?”

My stomach twisted into knots, thinking about Kinley with two guys at a time. I gripped the bottle in my hands and focused on the erratic way the flames licked the pile of firewood.

Kinley laughed. “Shut your stupid face, Beckett.”

“So it’s still just the two?” Lyla smirked.

Selena wrinkled her nose. “Kinley, you’ve had threesomes?”

I chanced a quick look at Kinley. Please don’t fucking describe them.

Kinley sighed. “In Italy, like three years ago.”

Lyla laughed, and Beckett oohed.

Kinley rolled her eyes. “I need to move there. People are so much more chill about sex.”

Selena spoke up again. “With two guys? The same guys both times?”

Preston narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend. “You’re weirdly interested in this, babe.”

She smacked his arm and glared. “I don’t want a threesome. I’ve just never met anyone that did them!”

Kinley took a long pull from her beer before answering. “A guy and girl, both times. They were dating.”

Selena’s eyes practically bulged out of her head. If I gripped the bottle in my hand any tighter, I would shatter it. Thank fucking god I didn’t kiss her today. There was no way it would have ended well for me. I wasn’t the kind of guy that could make K happy.

Kinley stood without warning. “I need to pee.” She set her half-full beer in the sand and headed for the house.

“Baby, would you ever do a threesome with me?” Beckett asked Lyla.

“Ew.” Lyla glared at him. “Maybe.”

Ten minutes passed, and Kinley didn’t come back. After twenty, I decided I should check on her. I collected everyone’s empties and headed back to the beach house. I rinsed the bottles and put them in the recycling bin, and then looked for Kinley.

I found her sitting in the middle of her —our— bed upstairs, with her camera. Her eyes looked a little red like she’d been crying.

“You all right, K?” I leaned against the doorframe.

Kinley’s eyes shot up to meet mine. “Fine.” She forced a smile.

“Liar.”

Kinley’s smile turned genuine. “I really am fine. I get tired of shocking people sometimes. I get tired of being the story at the party.”

I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re more interesting than everyone else.”

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