“Eric...” I said chastisingly.
“Allie Kat...” He ducked his head to match my tone.
“You’re deplorable.”
He chucked the bottom of my chin and gave my sullen lips a quick peck. “Come on. We’re going to go play some old-fashioned spin the bottle.”
I groaned aloud. No.
“I’d rather be slowly burned alive.”
“You’ll be fine. Just spin the bottle.”
“I thought that teenage ritual died with every Beetles record ever made.”
“Only amongst the prudes.” He tossed back equally as derisively.
Apparently, I’m a prude now. I stiffened.
He tugged harder and I stumbled after him to the next room.
This is a really, really bad idea.
He tugged me into a side room which was already darkened from someone unscrewing a few bulbs. One lone 60 watt flickered above me. Illuminating the room in a dim yellowi
