it was a little juvenile. pretty sure he knew exactly who's bright idea it was to play spin the bottle. his damned sisters. fuck them and their twin telepathy bullshit. they snickered like schoolgirls when the first spin landed on him. played just for the sake of it, too many people lingering around to back out—for any good reason anyway. not like he had a girlfriend. just . . . juliette. sitting across from him with bright eyes when the bottle landed on him. held his breath watching that bottle spin and point at her too. the power of manifestation worked apparently. he's never wanted anything more. thought about it a million times, more even. his hands were sweating in a mix of nervousness and anticipation. what the fuck? wiping them discreetly on his jeans before closing the closet door behind them, locking it shut. “ uh, don't want my pervert sisters sneaking a peek, you know. ” smooth.
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