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“Sit down,” Priya laughs. “That kiss barely counted.”

“You wound me.”

Next up is Mikey, who spins and lands on a woman named Tanya, one of Kira’s work friends. She’s already laughing before he even leans in.

“You sure about this?” Mikey says, hand hovering over his chest. “It’s a lot of pressure being the cute one.”

Tanya grins. “I’ll try not to swoon.”

The kiss is light and goofy, and when they break apart, Kira shouts, “Okay, Tanya, now rate the experience!”

“Eight out of ten. Deducted points for the pre-kiss monologue.”

Mikey clutches his heart. “Brutal. But fair.”

Then it’s Ethan’s turn.

He spins. The bottle wobbles… slows… stops on Mikey.

The room goes silent. Then explodes in laughter.

Ethan leans away from the bottle like it betrayed him. “No friggin’ way.”

Mikey is already puckering dramatically. “C’mon, Ethan. For the fans.”

Ethan groans. “I’m spinning again. Sorry, bud. I don’t kiss teammates.”

James: “Now that’s some real locker room loyalty.”

Ethan spins again. This time, it lands on Kira.

The whole room erupts into another round of cheers and catcalls.

Kira raises her cup in mock solemnity. “I accept this fate with the gravity it deserves.”

Ethan smirks. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

“I was born ready.”

The kiss is surprisingly sweet, but Kira throws a wink over her shoulder mid-kiss, just to make the entire room groan.

Mandy, beside me, mutters, “She lives for moments like this.”

And I’m suddenly very aware that I now live ten feet from both of them.

Then it’s my turn.

I sigh, reach for the bottle, and give it a smooth, practiced spin.

It slows.

Stops.

Lands on Mandy.

The entire room exhales in one collective gasp. A chorus of "oooohhhhh" swells like a wave.

Mandy looks right at me, blinking once, then letting out a breathy laugh. “Of course it would.”