I laughed, covering my mouth when Avery yelled, “Turn around!”
I looked over at her, feeling her enjo
yment. Gone was her sadness and in its place nothing but happiness. Her eyes were huge, and she had the biggest grin I’d ever seen. She smacked my arm and said, “Oh, my God. Look at Hayden!”
Sure enough, Hayden had turned around and was running back. He was too far away to actually see anything, but once he drew closer, he covered himself with his hands. Gavin threw him his board shorts and he caught them with one hand. He turned around and slipped them back on. Reagan, Sarah, Avery, and I all got silent as we openly stared at his perfectly rounded ass.
“It’s Gavin’s turn to go streaking!” Avery yelled jokingly.
Hayden looked at his sister. “Truth or Dare.”
Holly rolled her eyes. “Truth.”
“Have you ever skipped out on conditioning?”
She gave her brother a droll stare. “Of course I have. Who hasn’t?”
“Sarah,” Holly said. “Truth or Dare.”
“Truth.”
“Would you rather have rips on both hands or straddle the beam three times?”
I cringed internally at her question. Been there, done that.
“That’s a good one,” Sarah said. She pursued her lips together in thought. “I think I’d rather straddle the beam. That would heal much quicker than my hands.”
“Ah, you guys are boring,” Gavin said. “Someone do a dare.”
Sarah looked around at the group. Reagan leaned in and whispered something in her ear. My pulse thumped harder as both sets of eyes made their way to me. A sly smile slowly spread across Reagan’s face and her eyes brightened. I knew it.
“Adrianna. Truth or Dare,” Sarah asked.
No way in hell was I picking dare. She’d dare me to do something that would completely humiliate me. So I went with truth.
“Are you a virgin?”
All eyes were suddenly on me. The only sound was the crackling of the fire and the waves breaking at the shore as she waited for my answer.
“Well?” Reagan pushed.
Picking up a handful of dry sand, I clenched it tightly, wishing I could chuck it at Reagan for Sarah’s question. She just took the game up a notch at my expense.
“Virgin,” I said, letting the sand shift through my fingers. She cracked a side grin and raised one brow.
“Is anyone else a virgin?” Reagan asked the group.
Everyone answered at the same time, so the only one to know who was still a virgin was myself.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked Reagan.
“No,” she responded, and I was actually surprised by her answer.
“I guess there really is a person out there for everyone,” I quipped. Avery sputtered her soda as she laughed and leaned her weight on me.
Reagan’s brows angled toward each other, infused with anger and spite. “Ava.”
Avery snapped her head over to Reagan and glared at her. “It’s Avery.”