Page 119 of Sour Notes

“Nine months,” I respond at the same time Swayze offers, “Almost a year.”

Oh shit.

“Uhhh-ohhh, that doesn’t bode well for the competition. Is someone forgetting an anniversarrrry?” He winks while I scramble to figure out a way to fix this little fuck up. We kept it vague when we first told our parents, but we really should’ve discussed specifics.

Rookie move, Mia, rookie move.

God. My subconscious is so judgy.

“Well, officially Mia is right, it was nine months yesterday, but in my mind we’ve been official since the first night we kissed back in January. I couldn’t look at another girl after that, so eleven months ago now… almost a year in my book.” Swayze smoothly interjects with a shrug, grinning and winking at me when our mothers audibly swoon over him.

Ugh. Smug bastard. How does he always know what to say?

He must register my irritation because he leans forward, crooking his finger at me before whispering a quiet sorry and kissing me softly on the lips.

Dammit, now I’m the one swooning—and I know this isn’t freakin’ real.

“Now for the rules…” Mario rubs his hands together and winks at me. Yippee, it’s almost like he already knows we’re so good at sticking to those.

“First few rounds are quick-fire questions. I’ll ask the same question about each of you, and you both shout out the answer at the same time. Get it right, you kiss. Get it wrong, you both drink. Entaxi? Let’s go.”

“So much for not drinking again on this trip,” Swayze mutters quietly beside me.

My gaze snaps to his face, but his eyes stay locked on my cousin.

“Layla and Nick, what’s Nick’s favorite thing about you, Layla?”

They both laugh out loud and shout, “Ass!” before kissing like their life depends on it.

“Okay, same question about Nick.”

Nick grins and shouts, “My cock” just as Layla calls out, “his sense of humor.”

We all erupt. Well, except for the toxic toad and his frozen-looking plus one, who react like someone just canceled Christmas.

Well, that’s what you get for showing up, dickhead.

“Next up, same question, Maria and Taki.” Mario points the rolled-up menu he’s now using as a fake microphone towards them.

“Ta Vizyá,” aka boobs, they both shout in Greek.

Fuck my life. I didn’t have find out if Dad is a tits or ass man on my bingo card for today.

“Annnd, same question about Taki.”

“His wallet!” They shout, two for two now.

The following kiss lasts way too long for my liking.

“Bow chicka wow wow, Maria and Taki!!! And now for our big bad Wolff…”

Ohhh god. This is going to go horribly wrong, isn’t it? What the hell do I say? I don’t know what his favorite thing about me is.

Can’t very well say he likes fucking me, can I?

Shit, shit, shit.

“Relax. You got this,” Swayze mutters, sitting up to grip my hand tightly in his.