Page 87 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"If Jackson wants to play Never Have I Ever, I'll play. It could be fun," I said.

"See, Keira wants to play." Jackson opened up the freezer and pulled out a bottle of vodka.

"It is a little early for shots though, don't you think?" I asked.

"It's never too early on Sunday Brunch Day."

"You're definitely just making stuff up now."

I watched as Jackson poured four shots and handed them out.

"I'm sitting this round out," Rory said. He expertly flipped a crêpe in his pan.

"Nope," Jackson said and placed one of the shot glasses next to the stove. "Okay, I'll go first. Never have I ever had a threesome."

"Sorry, how does this work again?" I asked. "Do we drink if we have done it?"

"Yeah, so I have never had a threesome, that's why I said it. So if you've ever had a threesome before, it's shot time!" Jackson looked at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I've never had a threesome."

"I was just curious." Jackson shrugged.

Connor and I didn't touch our glasses. I hesitantly looked over at Rory. I was afraid I already knew the answer. I wasn't at all surprised when Rory picked up his glass and downed his shot. He didn't look back at us. He just placed his glass quietly back on the counter and continued cooking. I wasn't sure if he was hoping I wouldn't notice, or if he was just trying to focus on cooking. This game was not going to be very fun for me.

"Your turn, Keira," Jackson said.

"Umm..." I looked back over at Rory. "Never have I ever cheated on someone." I wanted him to know that. I wanted him to know that I'd be faithful to him. I was relieved to see that no one touched their glasses. They were all good guys.

"Okay," Connor said. "Never have I ever slept with a man."

Oh my God, Jackson. I looked over at him. He was looking at me. We stared awkwardly at each other for a few seconds.

"Why are you looking at me? You have to drink, Keira," Jackson said. "We all know you're fucking Rory."

Rory started laughing.

"Oh, right, sorry." I downed my shot and tried not to choke. I hated the feeling of the burn down my throat. I couldn't help but be surprised that Jackson didn't drink. For some reason, I really thought he was gay. I guess Rory was right, though. He was just metrosexual.

"You're up Rory," Jackson said.

Rory folded up one of the crêpes and walked over to me. "Your crêpe, mademoiselle."

"Why thank you, monsieur."

"You two are so cute. But you're up, Rory," Jackson repeated.

"Never have I ever punched one of my friends in the face. Yet." He slapped the back of Jackson's head and walked back over to the stove."

"Ow, man. Keira wanted to play. Okay, my turn then. Never have I ever slept with someone in a public restroom."

Connor picked up his shot glass and downed it.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Getting divorced is rough."

I heard the clink of a cup against the counter. I looked over and saw that Rory's glass was empty again. What hasn't he done? I knew it was my turn, but I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Maybe it would be better if Rory and I just talked about these things in private. Or if I just never knew about them. Jackson and Connor were both staring at me. "Umm...never have I ever slept with someone within half an hour of meeting them."

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