“You’re supposed to lower a finger when you’ve done something,” Stacy whispered to her unhelpfully.

“Oh no.” She craned her neck, trying to see the drinks table. “I think we’re running low on ice. I’ll check.” Clara walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer, letting the blast of air cool her heated cheeks.

“You need any help?”

She shut the door and faced Josh. “No. I’m sorry. I know I’m making a habit of running out of rooms.”

“That game wasn’t fun for you, huh?”

“Not so much. My sex life is very vanilla.” She sucked in a breath and looked away. Present company excluded.

“We can play something else.”

“It’s not the game, Josh. Look at me. I don’t fit in. You go back out and have fun. I’m sure no one wants to be on their best behavior because of me.”

“Come on. No one thinks of you like that. Everyone wants to get to know you. You’re a mystery to them.”

“Mystery is a nice word for weirdo. The cool kids in high school used to use buzzkill.” Clara had tried blending in with Everett’s new friends after he’d started getting attention for his burgeoning looks, but casual had never come easily to her.

Josh reached over and wrapped her in a hug. “You’re not in high school anymore.” He bent his knees so her chin could rest on his shoulder without strain and applied the perfect pressure, firm but loose. The scent of fresh laundry filled her nose. “Clara, those people out there are showing off. Half that stuff is exaggerated, guaranteed. Besides, our sex lives are hardly average. You’ve done tons of stuff none of those people have ever even attempted.”

She stepped back from the hug, grateful he’d let her break away first. A part of her could have stayed there forever. “Yeah, right.”

“Throw up some fingers.”

Clara waved him off.

“Come on. I’m serious. Put ’em up.”

She rolled her eyes and held up her right hand.

“Never have I ever earned a doctorate.”

Clara folded down a finger. “A lot of good it’s done me.”

“Never have I ever made brussels sprouts taste good.”

“Anything tastes good if you fry it in bacon fat,” Clara said, but she smiled a little despite herself. She’d vowed to get Josh to eat vegetables by any means necessary.

“Never have I ever come up with an idea for my own business.”

He had her there. Shameless made her proud.

“Never have I ever been generous enough to fund a ragtag band of sex workers that no bank would ever give the time of day.” Josh’s voice conveyed his respect and she found herself blushing.

Clara lowered her ring finger and shrugged. “I believe in you guys.”

Josh touched the Band-Aid on his forehead. “Never have I ever made someone walk into a door frame because I exited the bathroom in a very tiny towel.”

Clara tilted her head. He’d lost her with that one.

Josh reached over and lowered her last finger.

Comprehension dawned. “What? This morning?”

Josh gave her a self-deprecating smile. “You might think you don’t fit in, but those people out there are as intimidated by you as you are by them. If you relax, they will too. I promise.” He punched her lightly on the arm. “Now let’s go back out there before Felix finishes all the crab dip.”

She’d entered this business endeavor with one foot out the door, but with Josh by her side, maybe she should stop telling herself that the “cool kids” would never accept her. “Thanks.”

The noise of the party barreled on outside. “Anytime, Wheaton.”

* * *

  • • •

JOSH NEEDED TO get his feelings for his roommate under control. His physical symptoms had started to cause him bodily harm. And his mental ones? Well, those had gotten so powerful, he could hardly go ten minutes without thinking of Clara.

All he knew was that he always wanted her to be happy. When she smiled or laughed, he felt powerful and good. If something hurt her, he wanted to Hulk smash.

He’d been grateful when she suggested the party, a chance to blow off steam that didn’t involve blowing his load. His dick was officially on lockdown after he’d almost blurted out, “I think you’re the girl of my dreams,” while whipped into a sexual frenzy by the sight of Clara’s naked body. His capacity for longing terrified him.

“Come on, Darling. We’re picking teams for flip cup. You and Naomi are captains. Battle of the Exes.”

Naomi caught his eye. He knew she’d seen him follow Clara inside after the earlier debacle.

Josh gave her a subtle nod and watched as her shoulders relaxed. Her cool demeanor didn’t fool him. Naomi was starting to like Clara, whether she wanted to or not.

“You pick first,” she told him, gesturing to the gathered guests who wanted to play.

Josh found Clara where she stood rearranging the plastic cups near the keg. Despite the talk they’d had in the kitchen, he knew she would love to spend the rest of the party doing hostess chores instead of interacting with other people.

“Wheaton,” he called across the yard. “You’re with me.”

She turned toward him with wide eyes. “Me?” She looked around at all the guests. “No. That’s okay. I’ll sit this next one out. You all go ahead.”

Josh shook his head and curled his finger. “Get over here.” He’d made it his personal mission to ensure that she spent the remainder of the barbecue having fun.

Clara obeyed with visible reluctance as Felix and Max lined up the long rows of cups on either side of the table, pouring light beer across them.

Josh pulled Clara to his side of the table and bumped his hip against hers. “This one’s easy,” he said, showing her the motion with an empty cup. “It’s all in the wrist.”

“I know how to play flip cup.” She raised her chin defiantly. “I spent the last nine years on various college campuses.”

“Fair enough,” Josh said. “Naomi and I are the anchors. So stand next to me and I can make up for any lag time.”

Clara crossed her arms. “Why are you assuming I’m going to lag?”

He didn’t get the chance to respond before Felix climbed on a chair and bellowed. “Okay, folks. You’ll go on my command. The first player on each team must answer my question before they start drinking. Players ready? Would you rather fuck Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny?”

The shouted replies of the first player on each team mingled in an alarming calamity and then they were off. The other team members cheered and the spectators heckled through the megaphones of their cupped hands. A bolt of competitive spirit ran up Josh’s spine.

He held his breath as the line sped toward Clara. Please don’t let her get flustered. Josh could barely watch as the player in front of her, Stacy, scrambled. The other team gained on them as she attempted over and over again to land her cup. Josh gritted his teeth.

Shit. Now the round would end on Clara’s turn and she’d feel awful again. He could hardly stand to see her upset. It was like watching a puppy with a broken leg. Josh chose not to examine why he cared so much that Clara fit in with his friends.

Finally, Stacy landed her cup. The other team would end it all at any moment. God damn it.

Except . . .

Josh’s mouth fell open as Clara downed her entire beer in a single gulp and then flipped her cup on the first try, using only her index finger.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” Clara’s cheeks were flushed and beer glistened on her lips as she yelled at him.

Josh shook off his stupor and flipped his own cup as Naomi floundered across from him. The cup landed after a few tries, winning the game at the last possible second in a blur of stale lager and admiring shouts from their team members.

Without thinking, Josh grabbed Clara around the waist and swung her in a circle, setting her skirt swinging.

She laughed in his arms, her grin gleaming against her cheeks. “Put me down, or I’ll throw up all over you and then we’ll both be in trouble.”

“Josh loves trouble,” Naomi said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes as she observed their embrace. He wanted to chalk up her sour expression to her reputation as a sore loser, but that didn’t explain why he felt so guilty.

Immediately, he stopped spinning. With reluctance, he lowered Clara. A terrifying thought lit a fire in his brain. Fuck. If he wasn’t careful, trouble might not be the only thing he loved for long.

The way he felt about Clara, heart pounding every time she entered a room, greedy for her approval, laughing at everything she said. He hadn’t recognized the signals. Had always assumed he’d been born immune.

Clearing his throat, he popped open a new beer, letting the cold, bitter liquid linger on his taste buds like a wake-up call. No. Not possible.

“Where did that performance come from?”

She raised her shoulder toward her ear. “I’ve always been good at flip cup. Not that you asked.” She stuck her tongue out at him and reached to help Felix arrange the next round.

Josh tried not to panic.

He didn’t mind admitting he wanted to sleep with Clara. Or even that he liked her a lot as a person. Josh could talk to her more easily than most people, even about stuff he’d never shared with anyone else. But that didn’t mean he wanted to be with her. He’d never wanted to be someone’s boyfriend. All the responsibility and expectations. No thanks.