A foursome? What the actual fuck? My brain short-circuited, beer halfway to my lips. Jasmine and Tessa were already down for wild shit—hell, they'd just tag-teamed me in the car like it was no big deal. But Kim? She'd probably laugh, say "what the fuck," and tell us to get lost. And where? We were in the middle of nowhere. No way she'd go for it.
But damn, 120 experience points? That was a fat reward, dangling like a carrot I couldn't ignore. My pulse kicked up, part nerves, part something dirtier, the beer doing a shit job of keeping me chill.
Tom's phone buzzed loud, cutting through the room's hum. He sighed, hauling himself up. "Gotta take this—Mom again. Sorry, guys."
"Everything cool?" Tessa asked, tilting her head, concern flickering in her eyes.
"Yeah, just… personal stuff." Tom's voice was tight, like he was carrying more than he let on. "I'll be upstairs. Won't be long."
"No worries," I said, nodding toward his glass on the table. "Hey, you forgot your drink."