“Oh,” Noda said. “Uh… your consequence is to strip naked and run a lap around the greenhouse.”

Roake burst into laughter. “Oh man, this should be good. No way you’re going to do that.”

But Fordham rose to his feet, and then as they all watched, he unbuttoned his silk shirt. Kerrigan gulped at the first inch of exposed skin and then all the way down to his abdominals. He wrenched the shirt off, exposing his chest and arms. The group was in a hush as he went for his pants, releasing the ties and dropping them to the floor.

Audria gasped and turned away at the sight of his muscular thighs. Noda, too, blushed and covered her face. Kerrigan was peeking. How could she not?

Only Roake laughed through the whole thing. Perhaps he’d expected him to stop.

Kerrigan’s mouth was dry. She could no more look away than make a joke of it. For his eyes found hers in the dim lighting. She wanted to blush, but all she felt was… need.

But Fordham didn’t stop. He arched an eyebrow at her. A challenge, waiting for her to be embarrassed. But she wasn’t embarrassed. Just interested.

He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his undergarments and dragged them off too. Every muscled inch of him on full display. Her mind went fuzzy at the sight of him in all of his naked glory. A pulse shot through her body, straight to her center. And still she didn’t look away.

Fordham threw his pants into the circle, whirling away from the lot so they all got a flash of a perfectly muscled butt. Then, he was running.

Kerrigan’s eyes rounded as he dashed away.

Roake whistled. “Well… I might be more into males than I thought.”

All the girls broke down into giggles.

“A body like that would make anyone interested,” Noda said.

Audria shook her head. “I have a horribly embarrassing question.” They all looked at her in question. “Does it always look like that?”

“Does what?” Noda asked.

“It,” she said, gesturing between her legs.

Now, they all fell backward in laughter at the question. No one answered, and Audria just snatched the green bottle back and downed it to hide her blush.

Fordham returned moments later, pulling his clothes back on as efficiently as he had taken them off. “My turn. I challenge Roake.”

“I’m ready. Lay it on me.”

“How old were you with the first woman you ever lay with?”

Roake sputtered. He puffed his chest up, and they’d all been around him enough to know when he was about to bluster.

“The truth, or you take a worse consequence,” Fordham demanded.

Roake deflated. “I mean, how old was I? I was… well, I haven’t… precisely.”

“You haven’t?” Audria gasped.

“You just asked if it always looked like that! As if you’d never seen one!” Roake shot back.