Page 55 of The Chaos She Brings
“T, you’re the princess so you start. Truth or dare?” Happy says, grinning.
“Truth.” No way am I starting with a dare.
Happy eyes glint with mischief, and I almost regret my choice. “If you had to sleep with one person in this room, who would it be?”
Kai growls in irritation next to me, we’re both sitting so close my arm is brushing up against his.
I smirk, because Happy is stupid if he thinks that will embarrass me.
“Kai. Next person.”
Kai chokes out air and Happy looks a strange mix of dejected and satisfied with himself.
I decide to ask the next question. “Happy, truth or dare?”
All four men look at me in confusion. “Happy?”
My cheeks heat.
“Oh shit. I forgot about that. That’s what I call you in my head.” A laugh tumbles out of me as their faces.
Grumpy leans forward with intrigue. “Does anyone else have a nickname?”
I flush slightly. “Uh.”
Dopey looks excited. “Tell us!”
I look at Grumpy first. “You’re Grumpy.” Then I look at Dopey. “You’re Dopey.”
They share a bemused look then burst out laughing. “That’s perfect,” Dopey says and the tension in my shoulder’s eases.
I clear my throat. “Anyway… Happy… or whatever your name is, truth or dare?”
“Dare. It’s Nico, by the way.”
“I’m going to stick with Happy.” I throw him a sugary sweet smile.
“Fine by me,” he shrugs.
“I dare you… to call the last person you slept with and tell them you miss them.”
Happy doesn’t miss a beat and looks straight into my eyes with a serious expression on his face. “Tess, I miss you.”
Kai’s face goes through about ten emotions within a few seconds—shock, hurt, anger—to name a few. His arm next to me is so tense it feels like it might break from how hard his muscles are clenching.
“I wouldn’t sleep with you if you paid me,” I scoff and Kai’s tension eases.
“You’d be lucky to catch my attention.” Happy clutches his chest in mock offense.
“Are you chickening out of the dare?” I quirk an eyebrow at him.
Happy grins then takes a shot. “Yep,” he says, wincing at the taste.
The game continues and everyone gets progressively more drunk.
It’s only once I’m halfway sliding off the sofa, resembling a melting ice cream cone, that Kai finally calls it quits.
“Alright, time for bed,” he says, standing up and slapping his serious face back on like he’s Batman off to fight crime.
