"Does anyone have a mint?" David asked. "I've got a bad taste in my mouth."
That's because you were kissing me a minute ago, Jon thought. Everyone else may not have remembered what happened, but Jon did. Sure, the girls wanting him were a nice memory. But the guys wanting him? Even stripping for him? That's a memory he'd like to forget.
"Jon, answer the question, please," Mrs. Avery said, breaking Jon out of his thoughts.
"Oh, uh ..." He looked down at the pouch of rings and wondered if maybe he could use one of them to get out of answering the question that he didn't know the answer to. He reached into the pouch and grabbed one of the rings. Then he put it on.
But which ring was it?
