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If you had known it would end with everyone sitting in a circle on the floor, red solo cups in front of you, empty bottle in the middle, you wouldn’t have come yourself. Especially not with Sam. Or maybe you would have. Especially with Sam.

Not that you had a crush on the guy. Not a serious one, anyway. You weren’t blind — he was cute, smart, and sweet. But he was also your friend first and everything else second. 

You watched him nurse his drink with pursed lips and one skeptical eyebrow raised. Him being here was already out of his comfort zone and hell would freeze over before his friends would convince him to play spin the bottle with them. But his eyes flickered to you already sitting there and for a split second he hesitated.

“Don’t be such a prude, Sam,” Zach hollered, his drunken grin decorated with a smudge of Mandy’s lip gloss.

“Leave him be, it’s his loss if he doesn’t wanna join,” Mandy giggled, already just as wasted.

To your surprise, Sam settled. He sat down right next to you so that you couldn’t be sure whether it was his knee almost touching yours or the vodka soda making your head swim.

“Atta boy, live a little,” Zach whistled, urging him to spin the bottle next. Did he have to make a big deal out of everything? It was just a silly game anyway.

Instead of rolling your eyes, you raised your cup to your mouth to hide behind, and as a result nearly spit out your drink when Sam spun the bottle and it pointed directly at you. Like an incriminating finger it seemed to stare a silent “You brought him here, this is what you get” into your soul.

Suddenly all eyes were on you and despite the loud party music in the background, the two of you were the center of attention, all conversations dying down. Mandy’s giggles erupted into a full-blown laughter while Zach’s whistles turned into a surprised cheer.

Someone started chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and it took less than five seconds for the whole room to turn into a choir around you.

Sam turned to you, with those downright illegal puppy eyes shooting you an apologetic look. You were convinced nobody on planet earth was immune to that expression.

Fuck it.

Wasn’t this what you came here for? What Sam was here for? Like you said, it was just a silly game. No need to read too much into it.

Besides, you’d rather this was with your best friend than someone else. Sam, at least, you trusted with your life with. Sam, at least, was familiar. He was safe. His hands, you already knew. Did it really make a difference whether they were brushing yours during study sessions or holding onto you for something a little more intense?

“You know we don’t have to—”

Before Sam could finish his dismissive reassurances, you put your cup down, cupped his face with both of your hands, and pulled him in. You had little interest in a lecture about peer pressure. You, for one, were not against the idea of kissing him. Not at all.

Your mouths connected with more ease than expected. You felt him tense at first, before the surprise ebbed down and he melted into it. Not just melted into it, he slanted his lips over yours hungrily, his tongue already swiping against the seam of your lips in demanding fashion. When your breath hitched into a soft gasp, Sam took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Damn, he was good at this.

Your fingers tangled in his brown hair and gently bit his lower lip, earning yourself a little grunt from Sam.

It was thanks to your friends roaring that both of you remembered your surroundings. Reluctantly, you pulled away from one another. For a second, you lingered close, letting your eyes drift to the curve of his mouth that was now slightly puffed and glistening with spit. As you lifted your gaze again, you were met with brown eyes. Pupils blown wide, yet expression still soft.

He stared at you like he wanted to both devour and protect you.

“Everything good?” he whispered.

“Better than good,” you grinned cheekily, nodding.

Yeah, you didn’t mind this one bit.

Not when his kiss-bitten lips curled into a grin matching yours. Not when the two of you sat back and watched the game continue. Not when his knee actually did brush against yours. And definitely not when you both went outside to catch some fresh air — or take each other’s breath away once more.

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