“Eh, I do my best. My brother’s a lot happier when he gets some, and I’m pretty sure she’s into him, too.” He shrugged a bit, licking his lips. He really wanted to get them together, especially after what Gen had asked him earlier.
“And I’d rather handle the food for tonight, especially if this spin the bottle thing is actually going to happen. Less time with chaperons is probably best. Unless they’re joining in.” He seemed doubtful about that.
More texting flashbacks. So that’s what had happened after Gen had disappeared on her. No wonder why Joseph had seemed so otherwise distracted. “Yeah, I think so too.” She didn’t have a clue how Viktor felt, having only spoken to him a handful of times, but there was enough to prove that he at least admired her, and the way that Genevieve had described it he more than just admired her.
“Urgh, spin the bottle.” Zoey sighed, plopping herself down beside him and turning her face into his shoulder. He smelled good… familiar… calming. “I can’t believe we’re really playing that. What next, seven minutes in heaven?”
