Broken #2 (The Broken Series - Book #2) by Claire Adams Page B

each other.  
    I looked over at Jet, and found
that he had been watching me the whole time. I blushed a deep crimson, and looked down into my wine.
    “Hey, how about we play a little
game while these love birds do their thing?”
    Brenda shot him a look, and he
laughed.
    “What kind of game?”
    “Well, a drinking game, of
course.”
    “ Ohhh ,
that sounds risky.”
    “Are you scared?”
    I laughed. “Only of you having to
hold my hair back when I puke all night.”
    “Come on, it will be fun. We'll
take it easy at first, because I don't want us to get to that intimate point of
me having to hold your hair back.”
    I stuck my tongue out at him. “I
think it's a terrible idea.”
    “Why, did you get all your
rebellion out in high school, so you don't need to have fun anymore?”
    “Actually I was no bad girl in
high school, though I'm sure you know that already.”
    He leaned in closer to me,
looking very interested in what I had to say. I wondered if his interest was
genuine, or if that was how he lured women into his web.
    “So what kind of girl were you?”
    I giggled. “I read books, Jet. I
studied, and I got good grades. I behaved myself, so I guess you could say I
was a goody two-shoes.”
    “You're kidding me.”
    “No, what did you think that I
was riding on, the backs of Harleys? Come on, Jet,” I started laughing.
    “No, I didn't think that, but I
don't know. Look at you. I don't exactly picture you as a bookworm. I thought
maybe a cheerleader.”
    “Oh God, no, are you crazy?” I
slapped his knee playfully.
    “Okay, well, if you never played
drinking games in high school, you for sure have to play one now.”
    I giggled while taking a drink of
my wine. I looked over at Brenda, and saw her kissing Dan. Wow, that didn't
take long. Well, maybe I should consider getting shitfaced to make the evening
fly by a little faster.
    “Alright, alright, I'm in.”
    “Cool.”
    “So, how are we going to do
this?”
    He thought about it for a moment,
and said, “Let's play, I have never .”
    “What's that?”
    “You have to say something after making
that statement. If I have done it, I drink. If I haven't, then you drink. See?”
    “How interesting.”
    “Let me start so you get an idea,
I have never ... ridden a horse.”
    I smiled, and I took a drink.
“This sounds fun, okay let me think, I've never played the guitar.”
    He took a drink.
    “Really, how cool. What kind do
you play?”
    Acoustic, and really, I just
fiddle with it. I'm not out to start a band or anything.
    The night truly started to fly by
after that, and as the wine went down easily, and the questions kept coming, it
wasn't long before I started to feel a little drunk. We had become very
hilarious to each other, and could not stop laughing at the questions. They
kept getting sillier as the night went on. For example, I have never ... eaten a cockroach nor done it doggy style
nor gone skinny dipping .
    “Hey Jet, you are getting better
looking the more wine I drink.”
    His mouth dropped open, and he
laughed so loudly he almost fell out of his chair. “You are awesome, and a little funny too.”
    I leaned in before I even knew
what I was doing, and my lips met his. They were warm and tasted of wine. His
lips parted to accept me, and I felt his tongue graze mine. His hand fond the
back of my neck, and he pulled me in closer, as our kiss became more of a
passionate embrace. I slid my tongue into his mouth, and he sucked it gently. I
felt completely warm all over, and my lips melted into his.
    Suddenly someone cleared her throat
and I thought to look up, but his lips felt so nice that I didn’t care. Then
someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I decided I should probably investigate
the situation, and that's when I realized it was Brenda trying to get my
attention, and she looked pissed.
    “Hi, Brenda.”
    “What the hell are you doing?”
Brenda was glaring at me, and I couldn’t quite comprehend why, through the fog
of alcohol