"We weren't together; I was in the restroom," Jay replied quickly.
A coy smile curled on Jamel's lips.
"I went out for a smoke."
Justin's eyes lingered on Jamel's lips as he settled on the chair before Jay settled as well. Justin's gaze shifted to Jay's; their eyes locked, and Jay looked away.
"Why's your lip bruised, Jamel?"
"Huh." Jay blinked.
Jamel's hand lifted to his lips, brushing softly and tenderly.
"I was kissing a hottie."
"Jay," Serena called, worried etching across her face. "Did you get injured as well? Your lips are also bruised."
Jay lifted his hand to his lip, brushing against the swollen spot.
"Oh, this? I accidentally bit it."
Ryan looked at him for a second, then averted his gaze, a smile curling on his lips.
"It should be Fiona's turn now."
"Yeah," Ludacris replied, turning to Fiona. "Mamacita, the stage is yours."
"Okay, never have I had a crush on my best friend."
