The bottle spun again. Landed on Jaz.
She froze, her tall frame going rigid on the couch.
Kai, still flushed from her own performance, leaned back with a lazy, triumphant grin.
"Your turn, Goliath. Smother someone's head under your shirt. Squeeze 'em good with those melons of yours. Oh, and pick a guy," she added, eyes gleaming. "Make it interesting."
Jaz's face burned red. Her strong hands twisted in her lap, thighs pressing together tightly.
Oh god... this is too much. My boobs? Smothering someone? In front of everyone?
Her gaze darted to Jinzo. In this context, the choice was easy. He was leaning forward, eyes wide and pleading, a hopeful, almost desperate smile plastered on his face.
Pick me! Please! I'm your fucking boyfriend;
Her shoulders dropped in disappointment.
Yeah.... it's the safe choice... But... Ugh... boring.
She wanted... excitement. Danger. Like the doujinshi she hid under her bed. Other faces flickered in her head, Mac, Drex, too eager and gross.
