Page 129 of Forever

“What was that, Mr. Jacob? I didn’t understand you.”

“I meant merci,” Jacob said and bit into his s’more. His eyes lit up. “This is the best s’more I’ve ever had!”

“And for you, mademoiselle,” Nigel said and handed Brooklyn a s’more.

“Thanks, Nigel.” She took a bite. “Wow, this really is the best s’more ever. What’s your secret?”

“A boy never tells his secretses.” He pointed finger guns at me.

Oh God.I grimaced as Brooklyn took another bite. He better not have somehow snuck some jizz in there. But I knew he hadn’t. Because he’d been in front of us the whole time. There was no way he could have skeeted anywhere. And now I was a little jealous that I said I didn’t want one. Because he kept handing them out and everyone was raving about them.

“Don’t be jealous, Master Matthew. I made you one without your consent anyway,” Nigel said and handed me one too. “I know that’s how you like it.”

Without consent? Or just like…he’d made it the way I liked? I shrugged.Fuck it.I took a bite. Damn, it really was good.

“Rob, your eye is looking a lot better,” Brooklyn said.

“Are you checking me out, Sanders?”

Brooklyn rolled her eyes. “No. But…really your eye looks better.”

Daphne put her fingers under Rob’s chin to turn his face toward hers. “Brooklyn’s right. The swelling’s really gone down. It even looks a little less purple.”

“All in a day’s work,” Nigel said. “Now what should we do first? Strippers?”

“Stop it,” I said.

“But they’re on their way.”

“Here, man? Seriously?” I glanced at Jacob. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He’d probably be out in a couple minutes.

“I told you I was going to spend the night with all of them. So don’t pretend to be gobsmacked. And I already erected my tent. It’ll be fine. I’ll be as quiet as possible.” He waved his hand through the air. “My tent is going to be very full though. Stretched to the seams, if you know what I mean.”

Rob laughed.

“Now if you will excuse me. But here are more s’mores.” He grabbed a try and handed it to me before sprinting toward his tent.

When had he made all these?

“He’s almost as weird as you, Tanner,” Rob said. “But in a good way.”

Tanner laughed. “The only reason you don’t like me is because you’re threatened by me.”

“Psh,” Rob said. “I have way more muscle than you.”

“Do you though?” Tanner asked. “And I’m taller than you. I feel a very threatened aura coming off of you right now.”

“You’re just asking for it,” Rob said.

“And yet you’re the one with a black eye.”

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s just get along. Let’s play a game or something.”

“We could do truth or dare again,” Mason suggested. “That went real well last time.”

Yeah because they all got to lay one on my fiancée. “Definitely not that,” I said. I’d been a little annoyed about how that had gone down last time. But I’d let it slide because I’d wanted to keep Brooklyn’s mind preoccupied after her kidnapping. My girl didn’t need to be distracted right now though. And no one else was kissing her ever again but me.

“How about spin the bottle?” Rob smiled. “That’s always a good time.”

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