#Chapter 296: Kiss Fight

Some argument breaks out about who should go first. It’s a ridiculous argument that I absolutely refuse to participate in, even enough to pay attention. I’m still embarrassed to be taking part in this silly endeavor at all. It must be the alcohol churning through our veins driving all of this forward. I can’t imagine any other scenario where I, or any of them, would agree to share a kiss with me while the others watched and waited. Talk about awkward. I would have to be careful how I react to each kiss. They are going to be on the lookout for any discrepancies in my features or reactions, trying to make a competition of this even though I told them not to. Truthfully, there’s no need for them to be competitive to each other. All of their kisses are enjoyable, even if they are different. Finally, the order is decided. I stand out in the yard and take a pull of my beer as Beau is the first to come up to me. “It was my idea, after all,” Beau says. I roll my eyes but beckon h