DELILAH
“Okay. You spin the bottle, and whoever it is pointing to when it stops, you have to kiss, or else,” Garrett said, giving us all the rules. He told us this was the game his older brothers played at their parties, so naturally, we all agreed.
“Or else what?” Tiffany scoffed.
“Um…” Garrett looked around nervously at the other 11 people in the group.
“If you chicken out, you lose a piece of clothing,” Tay smirked.
“Yea!” Garrett agreed.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Junior. He looked back at me questioningly. I just shrugged, and he didn’t object. We were playing.
Drake went first, the bottle settling three seats away from him on Tay. She looked smug as she crawled across the circle and planted her lips on him.
Then it was Junior’s turn. He spun the bottle, and my breath hi
