With a slow nod and smile, he pulls back. “Sweet. I’ll be expecting you to spill all your deepest secrets later than.”

I know he’s joking, but I’m tempted to hold him captive and force the wine down his throat.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

His gaze rakes over me and my body tingles. “Later, Kitty.”

Turns out it only takes one hour for the wine to have its desired effect. I’m tipsy and suddenly all I want to do is talk to Joel and tell him I’m falling for him so hard.

Gabby pulls her hair into a messy bun on top of her head as we listen to Vanessa tell stories about Mario and his giant dick. Blair’s expression is one of shock so I’m confident this hasn’t been something Vanessa has shared before tonight. Damn, wine really is good at drawing out secrets.

“Seriously, he has to have athletic cups custom made to protect all that.” She motions toward her crotch and then moves her hand down her thigh and stops a good foot down as if to give us a visual of how low her boyfriend’s penis hangs.

“I can’t hear anymore,” Blair says and covers her ears. “I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again.”

I’m listening but still caught up watching Gabby. All that blonde hair piled up above her small face makes her look younger. She catches me staring and dips her head like she thinks I’m staring at her scars.

“Your hair is gorgeous,” I say. “You should wear it up more though. You look like Tinkerbell.”

She scoffs. “More like Two-Face from Batman but thank you.”

“Your scars are not that bad. In fact, I think they’ve lightened a lot the past few months,” Blair insists and pulls her into a hug. “You’re a badass Tinkerbell.”

We burst into laughter. Crying from laughing so hard.

“Why are we laughing, it’s not even that funny?” Vanessa asks between giggles.

Another hour and the conversation is back to boys. My fingers hover over Joel’s number in my phone. I write the texts out in my head alternating between funny, sexy, or just casual.

“Take my phone,” I plead with Blair and shove it in her direction. “I never understood drunk texting until now and I’m pretty sure I’m close to making a total ass of myself.”

Vanessa snatches it from Blair and her thumbs tap on the screen. “I’ve got this.”

“What are you saying?”

She giggles and turns the phone toward me.

Me: I want your P in my V.

“Oh my God, Vanessa.”

My phone beeps.

Joel: Be there in five.

My face warms and I press my palms to my cheeks.

“I’m effective, what can I say?” Vanessa boasts.

“Aww, I’m jealous,” Gabby says. “I want a boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

Blair laughs. “I think I said that exact same thing when Wes and I started hanging out.”

“I can confirm that,” Vanessa offers.