Cameron and Kell were debating the various merits of bondage when Jen interrupted, telling them it was her turn.

She was still eyeing me, giving me that considering look. She didn't say anything, except to take her next turn.

"Never have I ever signed a girl's boobs after a concert."

All three guys took a shot.

"No fair ganging up on the rock stars," Kell complained. "Of course we've all done the same things."

August spoke up for his turn. As far as I could recall, he'd only had three shots, but his eyes were already beginning to glaze over.

"Never have I ever whined about the unfairness of playing by the rules for a game of Never Have I Ever."

Kell made a face at the drummer and took another shot. "You still trying to get me drunk, Summers? If I didn't know better, I'd say you were planning on taking advantage of me."

"No one gets to take advantage of you but me." Emily ran a hand up and down Kell's chest and kissed him on the cheek. Kell tilted his chin up smugly.

It was my turn again. I decided to use Jen's strategy.

"Never have I ever taken my shirt off on stage."

"Picking on us rock stars is too easy," Cameron said. "We should have planned this better." A wicked smirk crossed his face. "Never have I ever had sex with a dude."

I inhaled a sharp breath. I could feel the blood draining from my face. My heartbeat raced.

What the hell did Cameron think he was doing? Was he trying to get me into trouble? Even if I lied and didn't drink, surely everyone would notice my reactions.

"Does it count if it's a threesome where the swords don't cross?" Kell asked with a grin.

"If it means you have to take a drink, then yes," Cameron said matter-of-factly.

Kell downed his shot with a wink at Emily. She flushed and took a drink.

As Jen took her own drink, she side-eyed me.

I stood abruptly, scraping my chair against the floor with a screech. "I need to use the restroom."

With quick steps, I hurried to leave the table. I avoided everyone's eyes, hoping to god no one thought anything of my fast getaway.

The restroom was a single stall. I stared at my flushed cheeks in the mirror, grateful for the privacy.

I hadn't taken a shot, I reminded myself. I'd been able to escape before they were any the wiser.

The swirling ball of panic in my gut began to subside.

It was replaced with a kind of disbelief.

Was Cameron crazy? Why in the world had he brought up having sex, of all things, when it was his turn?

I supposed it made sense, considering everyone else seemed to rely heavily on the subject. Still. He should have thought it through.

I also probably should have realized what a game of Never Have I Ever would entail, especially when it was being played by rock stars.

I splashed cold water on my face to cool my flushed cheeks. I would go back to the table and bow out. I would just make some excuse.

As I left the washroom, a shadow loomed over me. I jumped, heart in my throat.

"Shit, sorry."

Cameron came into the light. I let out a lungful of air.

"I keep on forgetting," he said, chagrinned. "I shouldn't sneak up on you."

"Forget about scaring me." I felt my brow furrow in a fit of pique. I fought to smooth it. I wasn't angry at Cameron. Not really. I just wished he'd think before he spoke. "Why did you say that thing about sleeping with guys?"

He looked confused. "What?"

"You really wanted me to confess to my brother that I've had sex?" I whispered harshly.

He still looked befuddled. "Does he think you haven't?"

"I'm sure the thought has never crossed his mind. And I don't want it to."

"Is that why you ran off?"

"I certainly wasn't going to announce it to the table."

Cameron gave me a sly smile. "Noah's going to find out eventually. Why not at party full of witnesses so he can't murder me?"

"You were so scared about him finding out you flirted with me. Now you want to announce it to the room?"

"I told you. I didn't want Noah to think I was just playing with you. But I'm not playing. This is for real. We can't keep our relationship a secret forever."

"No, but—"

But I wasn't ready for Noah to know about us. Not yet. Not until I figured out a way to tell him that wouldn't make him freak out.

"I need more time," I said weakly.

Cameron stared at me. He nodded curtly. "Right. I get it." He pushed his bangs out of his face, revealing both deep blue eyes. The downcast look in them made my chest ache.

"I just don't want Noah flipping out. I need to figure out a way to ease him into the idea of his baby sister dating, especially since…" I trailed off.

Cameron's mouth twisted. "Especially since it's someone like me, you mean?"

"That's not what I meant."

"You know, I really thought—" he cut himself off with a dark, rueful laugh. "Never mind. I don't know why I expected things to be any different."

"I know what you're thinking," I said. "It's not like I'm ashamed of you, or that I want to keep this a secret. It's not like with your parents."

"Of course. I know that." Cameron avoided my eyes. "You don't have to play the game anymore. I'll tell the others you weren't feeling well. Blame it on the alcohol."

"I'll tell him," I promised. Standing on my tiptoes to bring us face to face, I laid a hand on his chest. "Just… not yet. Okay?"

Cameron stared at me intently, examining me. He nodded once. "Okay." The beginnings of a sly grin crossed his face. "If I'm not allowed to molest you in public yet, we better head home soon." He slid his hands from my shoulders, to the small of my back, and then lower. He cupped both cheeks. "Your ass looks amazing in that dress."

"Quit it." I batted his hand away, glancing around nervously. We were in an empty hallway, with only two doors leading to the restrooms. Still, someone could wander in at any time. "We need to at least stick around for a few more hours. I can't leave my own party too early."

He leaned in and placed his lips next to my ear. "Not even if I promise to lick your cunt until you're screaming?"

I flushed. "You've already done that."

"Don't tell me it's not worth a second go around."

Heat pooled between my legs. I honestly debated for a moment how suspicious it would look if Cameron and I disappeared together.

"Just another hour or two," I said. "Then we can leave."

Cameron faked a considering pose. "I suppose I can live with that." He gave my ass one last pat before stepping away. "I better go make sure August hasn't hit the floor yet. Poor bastard really can't hold his drink."

I waited until Cameron had sauntered off, then counted to one hundred. I didn't need for people to see the two of us leaving the restroom area together.

But Cameron was right.

Sooner or later, Noah was going to find out.