Page 102 of Sour Notes

His face goes through every shade of red before closing on purple.

“We’re not playing this game, it’s for children. Come on.” He grabs my cousin’s hand who looks crestfallen. I almost feel sorry for her—almost—until I remember how easy it was for her to sneak around behind my back, fucking my boyfriend until he knocked her up.

Sucks to look in the mirror, right?

He yanks her up off the lounger, forcing her to scramble as he storms off down the beach, dragging her behind him.

“Once a cheater, always a cheater,” I shout after them, chuckling.

Turning to face the others, I meet his sister’s gaze, who thankfully doesn’t look all that bothered. “Sorry, Layla.”

Laughing, she waves her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, I know he’s an ass. He’s only here because parents.”

Thought so. They never did have a close relationship.

“So now I’ve taken out the trash, do I spin again?”

The group goes wild, hooting and clapping around me. I catch Swayze’s eye and he crooks his finger at me—yeeeeep, like that Dirty Dancing moment, because he just can’t help channeling his namesake—so I lean in, accepting the soft kiss he plants on my lips.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against them, sending alllll sorts of warm, gushy fuzzies through me.

“Spin again, Mia!” Mario shouts.

“Nah, you do it, Maz.”

He leans forward, spinning the bottle with a determined grunt. When it finally stops, the spout lands directly on Swayze.

“Truth or dare, Wolff?”

His eyes meet mine for a split second before turning to Mario. “Dare.”

Ohhhh, he’s brave.

“Dare you to whisper a dirty secret about Mia into Nick’s ear loud enough for the rest of us to hear.”

“Oh, come on bro. Why the fuck are you dragging me into this? I’m the groom, you’re supposed to be nice to me.”

Mario shrugs, laughing. “Rules are rules, koumbare.”

“You’re sick Maz. Just you wait,” Nick growls out, flinging an empty beer bottle at our cousin.

With a sad shake of his head, Swayze walks over to my twin, before crouching down beside him.

“I’m sorry bro.”

“Just get it over with,” Nick mumbles, dropping his head in his hands.

“Your sister is the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Oh my god.

My cheeks flame and Nick punches Swayze in the gut, not hard enough to do damage, but enough to prove a point.

Mario cackles like the little demon he is. I probably should’ve warned Swayze that if we were siblings, he would be the devil spawn out of the three of us.

Swayze spins the bottle before sitting back down and it lands on me again.

His eyes dance with mischief, but I trust him not to fuck me over.