He smirked. "Who's going first?"
I leaned back in the chair that was seated right next to his bed, "You can."
He laughed, probably at what he was about to say, and my breath caught in my throat. Wow, that boy really does have smile. His face looked boyish, almost. He looked so relaxed for a moment, his eyes crinkled in the corners, and his blue eyes shining. "Never have I ever," he laughed again, "had -" he seemed to have choked on his words, because he was still laughing, "had phone sex."
My face turned red immediately. I gritted my teeth. How did he pick the one thing that would humiliate me entirely? I took a small sip of my cup.
"Well, well, well," he said in a smug, amused voice, "Aria isn't as innocent as she looks. You have to explain."
I looked up at him, shaking my head vigorously. "Never. I don't even know you!" I shot at him, trying to make my blush disappear from my face. I should've just lied, and not taken a sip. It would save me all this embarrassment.
"Come on," he pleaded in a whiny voice, "Just tell me."
I sighed heavily. It was mortifying, and I had no idea why I was telling him this - but the story spilled out of me, "It was in ninth grade," I said, quietly, my face burning. He snorted, and I looked up. "What? It's not my fault I was a stupid kid. Anyways, I had this boyfriend - who I have no idea how I found attractive by the way - and he called me up one night. He asked me to have phone sex," I was laughing along with Nash at this point, "All in all, there was a lot of him moaning, and me just awkwardly talking on the other line."
Nash was cracking up on his bed, his beer shaking in his hands. He wiped tears from under his eyes, "God, ninth grade? Someone's easy," he said, laughing silently.
I narrowed my eyes, "No I wasn't! I didn't know what I was doing!" I snapped, crossing my legs, and swishing my beer around in the cup. Why had I just told this guy one of my biggest secrets?
"Alright, whatever you say," he drawled, "Your turn, give me your best shot."
I tilted my head, smirking, "Never have I ever puked in someone's mouth while kissing them." He just striked me as the type who would get so drunk that he'd throw up while kissing someone. Don't ask.
His eyes bulged, and I laughed happily, "How did you -?" He sputtered, staring at me like I was a mind reader. He cleared his throat, obviously trying to get back some of his dignity. He took a long gulp of his beer. Then, he smiled cheerfully, "Becca Howards, sophomore year. She ran out of my room crying."
"You should be ashamed," I chatised him, shaking my head. "That is so disgusting."
He rolled his eyes, shrugging.
And so it went. For about an hour, Nash and I sat in his room, making each other share mortifying, embarrassing stories about ourselves. He was still laughing every five minutes because I had told him that I was a virgin.
"It's not that funny!" I snapped, crossing my arms.
"You've had phone sex. You're not an ear virgin," he laughed, and kept laughing for about five minutes. I didn't think his joke was that funny.
"Are you done?" I asked him, irritated, "I don't even know why I'm telling you all this. You shouldn't know about my love life."
"Maybe you just trust me," he said in a surprisingly serious voice. I looked up at the same time as him. I swallowed, his intense gaze making me nervous. He bit his bottom lip, his eyes flickering down to my lips.
"Never," he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing, "Never have I ever wanted to kiss someone so much."
My eyes snapped to his. Was he serious? Was this a joke? I still took a sip, the same time as him. Suddenly, I was underneath Nash, on his bed. What was I doing? Me? Innocent Aria - except, apparently, I was not an ear virgin - lying underneath Nash? Who seemed to be much more experienced in, well, everything.