Page 75 of Without a Trace
The room was dead silent.
Lena covered her face while Sloane let out a stunned breath.
Alden pulled back just enough to let me feel how hard he was breathing.
And I didn’t move.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t laugh.
I just said, “Thank you,” like I was royalty collecting confessions.
And spun the bottle again.
Trace hadn’t moved.
But I could feel the war in him from across the room.
We were so close now.
So close to everythingbreaking.
***
The bottle spun, my pulse a thunderstorm behind my ribs.
Zeke.
It landed on Zeke.
He leaned back in the chair like he’d been waiting for this the entire night. Calm. Confident. Dangerous.
“Truth or dare?” I asked, voice slick with tequila and sin.
He raised a brow. “Dare.”
The room stilled.
Sloane looked like she was going to throw something. Lena’s mouth parted in protest.
Trace watched.Burning.
Alden was still behind me, silent, breath sharp.
I smiled. “Kiss me.”
Lena gasped. “No—”
“Kiss me like you want to ruin something,” I added. “Or don’t bother.”
Zeke stood slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “You sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?”
“Are you?”
He crossed the space in three slow steps.
And he kissed me.
