His mouth twitched into a smile, shooting tingles through my entire body. "Okay," he said, drawing out the word slowly and breaking us from our staring game. "Hot tub or scary movie?"
Hot tub! The words were on the tip of my tongue but they didn't pass go. Deep down, I knew it was a bad idea. A real bad idea. We were both clearly on our way to being drunk. Add being half-naked in steaming water in the mountains, and swim suits would be getting lost. Bad idea.
He took my hand and nearly dragged me out of my seat, causing me to stumble straight into his hard chest. My fingers ached with the need to run over his soft skin again. He backed away slowly. Still keeping our hands interlaced, we walked into the giant living room.
He stopped us when we made it to the black leather couch and I took that as my cue to sit down. He patted my leg, walking around the couch and opening up a large trunk to grab a furry blanket.
"Here," he said, throwing the blanket over my crouched body. "I usually don't complain about this but you might want to snuggle up with more clothes next time we come here." Next time we come here?
"Thanks," I mumbled, shivering and wrapping myself into a cocoon of warmth. He moved around the room, his plaid pajama pants hanging loosely around his waist, adding firewood to the fireplace. Colorful flames shot up when he threw the lit match in after them.
"Alright babe, you've got a few options," he announced, opening up a cabinet. "Scream or Nightmare on Elm Street?"
"Scream," I answered, rubbing my hands together.
"It looks like we have just about every Scream in here that has ever been made," he revealed, skimming through the vast collection of DVDs stacked in the cabinet.
"I choose the series," I explained, picking at the blanket. "Now you pick the movie."
"How about we start with numero uno and see how many we can make it through before we go comatose?"
"Sounds good to me.” My dad and I used to do that together but I could never make it past the third one of any series before falling asleep.
"Be right back," he threw over his shoulder, disappearing back into the kitchen and coming back with an armful of food and water. "I have popcorn, candy and water so we won't be hung over slobs playing out in the snow tomorrow and drown."
I chuckled. "Drown in the snow? You know you only drown if your lungs are filled up with water, right?
"I never pay attention in health class," he shrugged, setting down the food on the table in front of us. "I'm always too distracted."
I jerked my head back looking at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're in my health class, how can I pay attention?" The movie started before I had a chance to answer him. Only ten minutes had passed before I began to feel the nausea rumbling into my stomach. Shit! I couldn't puke. Reaching for the water bottle on the table, I chugged its entire contents. Don’t puke. Don't puke.
"You've really had a threesome?" I asked, finally gaining the nerve to ask him the question that had been bugging me.
"I have," he answered. "Does that bother you?" Hell yeah it bothered me. Should it bother me? Hell no.
"It just seems a little…um advanced for someone in high school," I replied, leaning up to tuck my knees underneath me.
"Baby, there's a lot of shit that happens that some would say is too advanced for high school." I wasn't exactly sure what he meant but the way he said it made me feel like what I had just said sounded childish.
"I've only been with one person," I blurted, without thinking. Thank you alcohol for bringing out the honest and open Daisy. "So I really wouldn't know too much about being advanced," I told him, explaining my lack of experience.
He eyed me warily. "And is that supposed to be a bad thing?"
No," I drawled out. "I swear everyone, except for Gabby and I, are crazy sex fiends around our school."
"You don't like sex?" He asked, his question catching me off guard.
"I-I never said that," I stuttered, blinking.
"So you do like sex.”
"Ugh," I groaned, face diving into the blanket to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks. "We are not having this conversation."
"Sure looks like we are, sweetheart.”
"Pay attention to the movie, this conversation is over.”
"Oh babe, this conversation is just getting started," he argued, ignoring what I had just said. "I'm guessing it's the ex-boyfriend?”
I nodded.
"Was it just once?"
My eyebrows drew together. "Why?"
"I'm just curious on why you are so embarrassed talking about sex. It's a natural thing, ya know?" He smirked, leaning over and tapping his finger on my forehead.
I was only eighteen; my sex life was just learning to crawl. "I'm not embarrassed about sex," I argued back. "I just don't do it with everyone like you do."
"I don't have sex with everyone."
"How many girls have you have sex with then?" I questioned.
"You want the truth?" He asked, snagging a popcorn kernel and throwing it in his mouth.
"No, I want you to lie," I snorted. "Duh, I want the truth."