Page 2 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Oh no,” I said.

“Come on, you might get to kiss someone,” she giggled, shaking and bobbing her head.

And there he was, presiding over the game, Alex. He wore a loose open shirt with a tight tank top underneath. His nipples were very hard and very visible.

He caught me looking.

“Come in,” he called out.

Morgan gave my hand a firmer tug. “Now we have to.”

People made space in the circle as we both joined.

“We’re playing spin the bottle with a twist, truth or dare,” Alex said to us. “Have you got a drink?”

Morgan pulled her small crossbody bag to her chest and pulled out a small bottle of vodka. “I’m always prepared.”

“I don’t,” I said, sitting directly across from him on the sofa.

He handed me a red plastic cup. “You like beer?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said before Morgan could interrupt. I hated beer. I thought it was the worst thing ever created, but I wasn’t going to tell Alex that, not while he was standing like an absolute Adonis offering me it. It was safe to say I had a massive crush, of course, because there was nothing better for me than having a crush on the hot straight boy.

Morgan squeezed herself down onto the sofa beside me. She pinched my arm. “Who are you trying to impress?” she whispered as quietly as she could over the music in my ear.

I just smiled.

Alex spun the bottle in the middle of the table, and it landed on a guy to the left. It was spun again to determine who would give the truth or dare. A girl.

“I dare you to crawl over here and bark like a dog, the dog that you are, Paul,” she said. “I know what you did to Danielle.”

Paul smirked, sticking his tongue out and panting. He was on his hands and knees, wading through the empty beer cans and bottles on the floor. He barked at her feet. “Tell Danielle we were never together,” he said, going back to barking.

She gave him a smack around the face. “Bad dog.”

“Do it again,” he said, wagging his tongue.

“Take it to a bedroom,” Alex said.

Whatever happened between them was weird, but it led them both out of the room with him still on his knees. I didn’t understand the appeal to whatever they’d done, because the slap seemed personal, and not in a good way either.

Alex spun the bottle again and this time it landed on me.

I drank the beer from the cup, hoping he wouldn’t see the visible wince on my face, but all eyes were on me so that was impossible.

“And another spin for the dare,” he said, grinning as he looked at me. “Or truth.”

“I’m down for a dare,” I announced, letting the confidence come through.

It went straight to Morgan, almost landed back on me again. “Ooh,” she cooed. “I dare you to lick squirty cream off Alex’s body.”

“What?”

Alex raised his tank top to show off his muscular midriff. “Where do you want it?”

“Morgan,” I grumbled, trying to pinch her. “They probably don’t even have any squirty cream.”

“We do!” Someone announced from the opposite side of the room. “We just used it like ten minutes ago.”

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