Chapter 45

EMILIA

The music pulses through the air, the energy in the room electric. Laughter and cheers surround us as guests take turns playing the body shots game.

We ditched the pool for something a little more intimate. The bar barely fits thirty of us, but that only makes everything feel more dangerous. More thrilling.

The game is simple: one person in a couple sits on the floor, we spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on can either do body shots with their partner—or pick someone else.

For me, it’s risky as hell.

But I’d rather pretend I’m into it than end up as tomorrow’s first victim in shots roulette.

A round finishes. Two guys—ridiculously hot, obviously—pull apart, their lips glistening from salt and tequila. I swear, being unfairly attractive must be a requirement to get on this guest list.

“This is going to be fun,” Liam murmurs, nudging my shoulder. His voice is low, teasing.

We’re perched on barstools, waiting for our turn to sit