"No," I say. Victoria frowns. "No! I'm not going to sleep in the same bed as Colton! He'll rape me in my sleep! No!"

"Hey! That one hurts," Colton says. There are only two beds and Victoria and Mason have already claimed one.

"Come on, be a team player," Mason says, he doesn't look up. He's texting on his phone.

"Who the fuck are you texting? Do you have a secret girlfriend? Victoria, I'd be worried if I were you." That seems to shut him up. "I'm not going to share a bed with you, Colton," I say. I cross my arms over my chest.

"Andy, you're being ridiculous," Victoria says. I frown.

"Fine, you know what? Colton, you get the floor," I say. Colton laughs.

"I don't think so," he says. He raises an eyebrow.

"Bathtub." I hold his gaze.

"Nope." He doesn't look away.

"You don't get the bed." I'm not going to back down.

"I promise I'll keep my hands to myself." He takes a step towards the bed. I take a step towards it too. 

"We both know you won't."

"I'll sleep on top of the covers," he says. He smiles at me with those damn dimples.

"You'll keep your hands to yourself?" I ask him. He shrugs.

"Sure. But I can't promise that you'll keep your hands to yourself." He has this arrogant, pretentious look on his face, that makes me want to punch him.

"Okay, you know wha-" I start.

Victoria cuts me off, "Deal! Colton sleeps on top of the covers, and you share the bed."

"Fine," I say.

"Fine," Colton mimics in his version of my voice.

"You're a dick," I say. I ram my shoulder into his as I walk to my suitcase. I dig out a tank top and sweatpants. I also grab my bag of toiletries. "I'm going to take a shower," I say.

Colton perks up. "I can join you," he offers.

"Go shove it up Mason's ass," I tell Colton. Mason grimaces.

"You do know that I'm not gay, right?" Mason says.

"The first step is admitting that you have a problem. We're all here for you, buddy," I say. Colton laughs. Mason frowns. "Colton, stay the hell out of my shower," I say. I walk into the bathroom and lock the door.

I turn on the shower and strip down to my bra and underwear. I take off my makeup and then hop into the shower. I hear a knock on the door. "Go away, you jackass!" I yell. I wash my hair and and then my body.

"I just thought I'd be nice and offer to join you," Colton says.

"Uh-huh," I say. I start to shave my legs. "You're coming on a little too strong, there bud. Plus, your special boy is right outside. He might hear you," I tell him.

"Whatever," he says. I hear him jiggle the door knob.

"The door is locked for a reason, Colton," I say. I'm almost done shaving.

"Not for long," he says. The door knob stops jiggling. Oh, shit. I turn off the water and wrap the towel around myself. I see the door knob turning open. I grab the knob and try not to panic.

"Go away Colton!" I yell. I hear him laugh. Shit! I keep one hand on the knob and snatch my panties. I slip them on and make sure my towel is tight.

"I'm going to come in!" he yells.

"I don't think so!" I yell. There's no way that I can put my bra on with one hand. I keep my hold on the door.

"There's no way you're going to win this!" Colton yells to me. And he's right. Shit! I grab my clothes with one hand and hope that my plan works. I release the door knob and jump out of the way. He crashes into the bathroom and manages to grab onto my ankle as he falls.

I land on top of him. And my breath catches in my throat.

It takes me a couple of seconds to say anything. "You...you dick," I say. He smirks.

"Oh, come on, Mo. That was really lacking passion," Colton says. He has one arm under his head and the other is thrown lazily across my back. I'm still on top of him, in just a towel and my panties. Right.

"Get off of me," I say as I scamper up. He looks too delighted. I look down to make sure that my towel is still in tact. It is, thankfully.

"I told you that you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of me," he says. I pull my tank top on over my towel. I don't even care how stupid I look.

"As if," I say. "Can you get out?"

"Only if you do me a favor," he says. I shake my head.

"Nope. No way. I'm not doing you any favors," I say. He shrugs and takes a couple of steps towards me.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "I can stay in here all night."

"That would be a dick move. You should consider other people. Like Victoria and Mason. What if they need to use the bathroom?" I say. I'm not convincing.

"Victoria and Mason went out. It's just us...all alone..." he trails off. I shut my eyes and try not to worry.

"What can I do to make you leave me alone for the night?" I ask him. He smiles with his dimples and takes a couple of steps closer to me. He's only a couple of inches away. I back away and hit the wall.

"Well," he says, his finger touches my cheek and I gasp, "I think that I should get to know you better."

"So...so...you want to to play like, um..." I trail off because his hand is still tracing my cheek, but has dropped down to trace my lips. "You want to play like...truth or dare?" I say.

"Not exactly," he says. "More of like, I'll ask you a question and then you ask me one. I don't think that Victoria and Mason will be coming back anytime soon, so we have some time to ourselves." His finger drops to my neck.

"If I play your game you promise that you won't make any moves on me?" I ask him. He nods. "I'll play, but get out of the bathroom, so I can change." He nods and backs away from me. He walks out the door and pulls it shut.

I sigh and and drop the towel. I pull on my sweatpants and brush my hair. I can't believe that I'm actually going to play Colton's game. I grab my stuff and walk out of the bathroom. Colton's sitting on the floor. He has back against the wall, so he's opposite of the bed. I sit down on the bed and toss my stuff into the corner.

"You go first," I tell Colton. He smiles.

"What's your favorite color?" he asks me. I smirk.

"That's what you ask?" I say. He nods. I kind of frown. "Um, I don't know. I've always liked amber." I pause. "Okay, um...what's your favorite movie?" I ask him. He smiles bashfully and lowers his gaze to the floor.

"It's...um, Pretty Woman," he says. I smile. "Don't judge me!" he says. I laugh.

"I'm not, don't worry, I like Pretty Woman," I say. He smiles. "Your turn."

"Okay. How many boyfriends have you had?" Colton asks me.

"Three," I say.

"Who?" he asks.

"You only get one question. My turn. Why are we playing this game?" I ask him. He smirks.

"Because I feel like it. My turn. Who were your boyfriends?" he asks.

"My first one was Casen Bennett. I dated him for a couple of months in...God, it was a long time ago, in the summer before ninth grade. Next was Wesley Ade, we dated for about a year when I was fifteen. And then there was Chase Wiley. We dated for about a year and a half," I say. Colton frowns. "My turn. Why are you a manwhore?"

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. "That's a nice question. Hmm, why am I a manwhore?  Maybe because I like having sex," he says. "I like orgasms."

"Yeah, but there has to be a deeper reason," I say.

"My turn. Why did you date Casen Bennett and Wesley Ade? They were both asses," Colton says. I roll my eyes.

"So? I don't see why it matters. But if you must know, Casen was hot and I wanted a light summer fling. And Wesley was charming," I say. "I get to ask you a question now. Why do you care so much about that fact that I dated Casen and Wesley?"

"I-I don't care," he says. I smirk.

"You do! You totally care! And that didn't answer my question. You have to answer it, Colton. It's your game," I tell him.

"I just...it doesn't matter and I don't care. I get a question. Why are you so bothered by the fact that you're attracted to me?" I blush.

"I...I don't think that you're right about that. And I'm not bothered because I'm not attracted to you," I say. My cheeks are still red and he's still smirking like he thinks he's won something.

"You know, it's okay," Colton says, He stands up and walks towards the bed. "It's okay to be attracted to me. Lots of people are." He sits down on the bed and I scoot away.

"Uh-huh. But the question is, are you attracted to men or women?" I ask.

"Is that your question?" He sprawls lazily on the bottom of the bed. I scoot back against the headboard.

"Sure."

"I'm...attracted to you. That's all you should worry about," he says. I roll my eyes and smile on the inside. "Why do you hate your mom so much?"

I frown. "She just irritates me. And...I don't hate her, I mean, I love her...but that doesn't mean that I have to like her. You know?" I say. He nods.

"I know. You still have to ask me a question," he says. I nod and try to think of something to ask.

"Why did you accept being the Best Man? You and Mason don't seem all that close," I say. He smiles.

"Honestly? I just wanted to spend more time with you," he says. I smile. "Don't let it get to your head, Ace. You're just interesting to me." He kind of smiles back at me. And then he ruins everything by asking, "What's your bra size? It's my question."

I bite my lip. "34DD," I say. "Why am I interesting to you?" I ask him.

"You're about the only girl that doesn't want to jump me," Colton says. I frown.

"And that's what makes me interesting to you?"

"No, there's other things, but you've asked me two questions, so I get to ask you two, so I get two questions," he says. I roll my eyes.

"You get one! The second question I asked was basically the same as the first question, so you only get one," I say and cross my arms over my chest. He smirks.

"Fine. It seems like you're closer to your dad. Why is that?" he says.

"My dad understands me more. My question is...oh! I remember that my dad asked you if your parents were divorced and you said 'something like that'. So, what's the story with that?" I ask. He smirk fades and turns into a scowl.

"I'm going to get some air," he said and gets off the bed and slams the door.  I roll my eyes. He's so damn moody. 

I yawn and look at my watch. It's already 10:30. I guess Colton and I spent a couple of hours playing his stupid game. I crawl into the bed and stare at the ceiling. I sigh and get up and turn off the light. I crawl back into the bed and shut my eyes.

I keep tossing and turning. I sigh and keep trying to fall asleep. And eventually I hear the door open and then I feel someone sit down on the bed. Someone that smells a lot like cologne, pine and eucalyptus, slips under the covers. "You were supposed to sleep on top of the covers, you jackass," I tell Colton.

"Goodnight, Ace," he says. I smile. I turn on my side so I'm facing the window and I feel him slip his arms around my waist. I open my mouth to say something but I don't. It's kind of nice. Comforting.

I fall asleep quickly.