“I picked you,” he said. “So you have to drink again.”

Her mind was fuzzy, so she wasn’t sure about the rules or even the game they were playing. “That’s not fair. Make someone else.”

“I get to pick whoever I want, and I pick you.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Maybe.” He smiled.

She shook her head. “Give me a truth or dare instead.”

“That’s not what we’re playing. Drink it or give up your seat,” another boy demanded.

“No, it’s okay,” the original boy said. “I dare you to kiss me.”

Katie squinted her eyes as she looked at him. He was cute, and he wasn’t choosing the sleazy girl on the deck over her. “I can’t reach you.”

“Come here.” He pushed back his chair.

Katie stood, and the room spun momentarily, but as soon as she got her bearings she stumbled around the table and dropped down into his lap. “Hi.” Up close he was even cuter. “What kinda kiss do you want?”

“A long one.”

As soon as Katie lowered her lips to his, he took over, his fingers sliding into her hair as he deepened the kiss, eliciting cheers from the rest of the kids at the table. Katie kissed him back, her mind conjuring up images of Matt as her tongue swirled against his. “Wasn’t that better than a shot?” she asked when she broke the kiss, her forehead resting against his.

“Hell yeah.”

“Let’s go, Hunter,” Matt said.

Katie pulled her head back from the boy, frowning up at Matt who was standing beside the table. “I’m in the middle of a game.”

“The game’s over. I’m taking you home.”

“Who is this guy?” the boy asked.

“The guy she’s leaving with. You have a problem with that?”

“No, no problem, bro,” the boy said, holding up his hands. “We were just playing a game.”

Katie’s eyes shifted to the girl beside Matt, the same one she’d seen on the deck. “I’m not going with her,” Katie said.

Matt turned to the girl. “I have to take her home.”

“Why?” the girl asked. “Who is she?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll text you later.” He gave her a quick kiss.

Katie glared at the girl until she was out of sight.

“Let’s go,” Matt said, holding out his hand.

Instead of getting off the boy’s lap, Katie lowered her head and kissed him again. “Bye,” she whispered before taking Matt’s hand. When she wobbled slightly, he clasped his arm around her waist, dragging her against his side.

“What’s wrong with you, Hunter?” Matt asked as soon as they were outside. “You want to be on restriction for another six months?”

“Was she your new girlfriend? She dresses like a slut.”

“You’re drunk.”