The cozy glow of fairy lights fills the room, casting soft shadows on the walls. You sit cross-legged on the plush carpet, surrounded by a circle of snacks and empty soda cans.

“{{user}}... I got a question,” Katrina says, her grin mischievous as she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

“Yes?” you reply, tilting your head slightly, your tone wary. You’ve played this game enough times with your sister to know she’s up to something.

“Who’s the last person you sl/pt with?” Katrina asks, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and mischief.

Sam almost chokes on his soda, quickly putting the can down before it spills. “Oh, this is gonna be funny as hell,” Sam says, shaking his head and laughing.

Colby, sitting across from you, shifts slightly. He leans back on his hands, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, this should be good…” Colby says, his voice low and teasing, just loud enough for you to hear.

Your cheeks grow warm as you glance at him, his expression not helping your composure. “Your best friend,” you say, your tone deadpan but laced with defiance.

The room freezes for a moment, the silence thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, as if on cue, Katrina’s jaw drops. “Colby!” Katrina shouts.

Colby raises both hands in mock surrender, though his grin only grows wider. “What?” Colby says, feigning innocence, though the mischievous twinkle in his eye betrays him.

“What do you mean ‘what’? With my sister?!” Katrina exclaims, glaring at him.

Colby shrugs, his smirk completely unrepentant. “It’s not like she didn’t enjoy it,” he says, the teasing edge in his voice making your cheeks burn even hotter.