Page 97 of Hawaii Can Suck It

Oh no. No no no.

Why does it feel like Cam’s dropping the mic into the chat and then lighting it on fire?

YES! THE KISSING GAME.

KISS KISS KISS.

WATERFALL KISS 2.0!

CAM FOR PRESIDENT.

“I was thinking truth or dare with the one and only Reece Dare…”

Bad idea. Very bad idea.But… I’ll take it over the kissing suggestions. “Alright fam, let’s start with truth—”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“DARE! I meant dare.”

She is a tiger stalking prey as she sashays to the food table, and I have to aim the camera up because that skirt is one breeze away from giving the internet an all-access pass.

“Oh, the choices!” She surveys the spread as if she’s picking weapons. “We’ve got ‘Passion’s Peak Poi,’ ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven Sushi,’ or”—she lifts a glass with all the dramatic flair of a movie villain—“Kai’s Special Love Potion! Crafted with rare Hawaiian aphrodisiacs guaranteed to ‘enhance pleasure and maintain peak performance for hours.’”

The chat detonates:

CHUG CHUG CHUG.

His dare is to drink it.

Reece do it for science!

MAGICAL BONER JUICE TIME!

“Yeah, not happening.”

“Aw, is the big bad YouTuber scared of a little magic relationship juice?”

I have no idea what this performance of hers is, but it’s sooo much worse than just being yelled at.

Something hot and reckless snaps. I grab two full glasses and down them both, maintaining eye contact like it’s a high-stakes poker game.

The liquid burns like lava mixed with DareFuel Passionfruit Pizzazz.What the fuck did I just drink?

“Okay, my turn.” I force my voice to stay steady despite the strange warmth creeping up my spine. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare, obviously. I am your DareGirl, after all.”

That fucking nickname.

She gives a playful shimmy, her smile widening as my jaw drops open. I have to use my hand to physically close my mouth to stop gawking at her breasts. Whatever Kai put in that drink must be premium grade because suddenly I’m channeling my inner frat boy.

“I dare you to show the squad a tour of the passion tent.”

“Then I better hold the phone because you’ll run away as soon as we step inside.”

Before I can overthink it, I grab her hand and lead her toward the nearest tent. This is an epically bad idea. The kind of bad idea that makes jumping off cliffs seem downright responsible.

The moment we step inside, Cam’s confident smirk falters as she takes in the space. The tent is too intimate. Too seductive.Kai, you’ve done it again. You pervy bastard!

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