Page 87 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

"Jonas," I said. "Truth or dare?"

He looked at me, his gaze unreadable, then glanced at Angie, still clinging to his arm.

"Truth," he said firmly.

I thought for a minute, completely at a loss for what to ask. I didn't know him well enough to know anything he kept secret. But with the thoughts about being public still swimming through my mind, an idea came to me. I didn't overthink it. It just flew from my mouth.

"Have you ever made a sex tape?"

There was a silence, and in that moment, Jonas' eyes widened just before there was a laugh from the group.

"That's too easy," Angie argued. "Everyone's recorded themselves."

There was immediate chaos as everyone started arguing with her, but my attention was glued to Jonas, who took the time to school his expression into one that was completely neutral.

When everyone calmed down enough for his answer, he looked me straight in the eyes.

"Nope," he said, shrugging casually, but I knew the bastard was lying.

I glanced toward his bedroom, my heart suddenly racing.

What did Jonas actually get up to in there?

Chapter Two

Peter

Iwoke up in my bed, sandwiched between Celeste and Brady. Pretty much everyone had crashed here last night after drinking too much and staying awake way too long.

I shoved at Brady, and when that didn't work to wake him up, I climbed over him to get out of bed.

In the living room, I stared at the battle scene.

It may as well have been a bomb site. There were bodies and debris everywhere.

Stepping over everyone, I made it to the kitchen to get a glass of water and some extra strength Advil.

Only after I'd swallowed down both did I pause, my heart sinking as I realized I hadn't seen Angie out there.

I shouldn't care, but it was hard to argue with the sudden disappointment and hurt that hit me at the idea that she was probably in Jonas' room.

And not because I wanted Angie.

Fuck.

I sank into a chair at the kitchen table, letting the realization that I wanted Jonas to sink in finally. Dammit, I'd been avoiding facing that little fact since he'd moved in here.

I'd pretended I didn't look at him that way, like I didn't enjoy what I saw.

I groaned, letting my already aching head fall into my hands. Was it just him? Was it because he was a little bit feminine or something? He did have really pretty eyes framed with those long, dark lashes.

It had to be a temporary thing. A phase.

I squeezed my eyes shut against the aching in my skull. I would just ignore it until it went away. This little crush or whatever it was would fade once I remembered what a dick Jonas was.

But seriously, Angie?

Why Angie?

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