Honey & Sweet

You sigh and roll your eyes. “I don’t play games.” You’d never really been into them unless it was UNO or Twister, and that was about it.

“Well, tonight’s the night,” Grace said, practically buzzing with excitement. “We’re playing spin the bottle and kiss, but there’s a twist—we have to answer questions. And if you refuse, you have to kiss someone you’ve secretly had a crush on.”

You gave her a confused look. “A what?” you asked, wanting her to repeat it just to make sure you’d heard her right.

Grace clapped her hands together. “Everyone, sit in a circle.”

Boys and girls sat around the circle for the game. A part of you forgot how many people were here at this frat party until you looked around.

One by one each person went playing the game. You didn’t know what to expect from this game even though you was not going to back out now.

“Oh, it looks like it’s your turn, Dean,” Hannah says excitedly.

You quietly scoff but don’t say a word. You couldn’t stand Dean, even though he was one of the most popular guys on campus alongside Graham and Logan. You never understood why girls liked him so much, especially when he never settled down with any of them.

He clears his throat, glancing around the living room at every girl for a moment. “Alright, let’s see who it’ll be.” He reaches down and spins the bottle across the floor.

The bottle keeps spinning and spinning until it finally slows to a stop, landing directly on you.

“Oh shit,” Grace whispers in your ear.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, hoping this had to be some kind of joke.

Dean’s gaze stayed fixed on you. “Guess today’s finally my lucky day.” He stepped closer, his fingers brushing softly against your cheek. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

For a second, you froze, completely caught off guard. You thought about pulling away, but before you could, his lips were already on yours. Instinctively, you kissed him back, teasing his bottom lip between your teeth before pulling away too quickly.

His eyes dropped to your lips, then slowly lifted back to your face. “Fuck… way better than I imagined.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself up from the floor. “Well, I should probably head back to my dorm.” Grabbing your jacket off the couch, you hurried toward the door.

You weren’t really in the mood to say goodbye to anyone.

“Hey, wait!” a voice called just as you reached the last stair.

You turned to see Dean jogging down after you before stopping right in front of you. “Hm?”

“That’s it?” he asked.

You sighed. “It was just a kiss,” you reminded him.

He let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, but I’ve been wanting to get to know you for a while now.”

“A while?” You lifted a brow. “You don’t even know me.”

He cleared his throat. “No, but I notice you between classes… and at that café you go to sometimes.”

You nodded slowly. “Uh-huh.” Truthfully, you’d barely noticed Dean existed until tonight.

“I just think we should get to know each other,” he said, his tone serious.

“Uh, don’t you have some puck bunny to keep you company tonight?” There was no way you were about to look foolish hanging around him.

He shook his head. “Yeah, but I can—”

“No thanks,” you cut in before he could finish. “I don’t date, and you’re not really my type.” It was only half a lie.

“Not your—” He stopped himself, then tried again. “Can we at least be friends?”

You slipped your jacket over your shoulders. “Goodnight, Dean.”

Without another glance back, you turned and headed straight for the bus stop.