Page 134 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“Think about it. It would be the perfect excuse. We can just put all of our names into a hat and each pick one. We’ll tell them you get to pick first because it’s your birthday, and I’ll conveniently put Shay’s name on top of the pile. Then you two can go in the closet and just…” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Do your thing.”

Not going to lie, I’m also hoping to set up Scar and Drea. I’m not dumb. These two are obviously obsessed with each other.

She’s not convinced. “I don’t know… Isn’t that, like, a kids’ game?”

I can’t help my smirk. “Not the way we would play it.”

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As I expected, the guys mock my idea from the moment it leaves my mouth.

They go on to call it lame and a kids’ game, but I manage to turn things around when I show them the whipped cream I pulled out of Vince’s fridge and the bandana I found when I went snooping around his bedroom.

Speaking of, I think Vince deserves some kind of award for heaviest sleeper in the world.

He drank so much he passed out, and the guys carried him to his bed while Jamie and I were in the kitchen. He didn’t even notice me going through his room, lying on his bed in a star position.

“Not so much of a kids’ game now, is it?” I flash a proud smile, showing them the bandana we’re going to use as a blindfold.

Scar snorts. “It’s still a kids’ game. Just a more interesting one.”

“Come on, guys, it’ll be fun.” I glance at Jamie with a knowing smile. “Who’s in?”

“I am.” Jamie backs me up. “But first, hit me.” She opens her mouth, and I laugh, pouring a mountain of whipped cream inside.

“I’m down,” Brooke chimes, glancing at Kane with a smirk, and blame it on the alcohol in my system, but I hadn’t realized how easily this could come back to bite me in the ass until now.

Let’s hope she doesn’t pick Kane’s name.

The last thing I want is for them to be alone in a dark closet for seven minutes.

I look down at Vince’s baseball cap filled with everyone’s names. I was careful to put Shay and Scar’s names on top of the pile, just like I planned, but I can’t control the names other people pick.

It isn’t long before the others go along with my plan, and of course, by the time I realize it wasn’t such a good idea after all, they’re all pumped and ready to play.

“We only got one blindfold, though. Who’s going to wear it?” Shay points out the game’s flaw.

“How about we just roll a dice for it? Whoever gets the lowest number wears the blindfold,” Drea suggests.

“Works for me,” Jamie agrees.

“Okay.” I force a smile. “Jamie should pick first since it’s her birthday.”

We all settle around the L-shaped couch in the corner of the game room, and I pass the hat to Jamie.

She picks a name, unfolding the piece of paper and wrestling a tell-all smile. “I got Shay.”

Jamie, who’s fully aware of the next part of my plan, passes the hat to Drea without her asking, and she’s a bit surprised but doesn’t argue.

Color leaves Drea’s skin. “I got Scar.”

Looks like I was right to put his name right underneath Shay’s.

“Gimme,” Brooke presses.

Drea clears her throat, passing the hat to Brooke, who’s so eager to pick a name it makes me cringe. She shoves her hands into the hat, and I’m hopeful she’s going to pick out my name or another girl’s name just so that she doesn’t end up with Kane.

Brooke unfolds the piece of paper and represses a squeal, her face lighting up with excitement. “I got Kane.”

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