Page 193 of Indulge
She swallows hard, her shoulders shaking, tears glossing her lashes.
But she doesn’t cry. She never does. She just inhales, straightens, and tucks the blade back on the table.
“Rowan wins,” she says quietly.
I close my eyes, jaw tight, forcing the sting down.
Not because I lost.
But because he was right.
She moves toward him, unbuckling the last strap, her hand brushing his chest in a way that makes my pulse trip.
He’s gentle with her, like he knows the game’s shifted into something sacred.
When she steps back, she glances between us again, eyes softer now.
And I already know that what happens next could potentially destroy us.
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BELLA
The truth is, both of them were right about me.
I picked Rowan’s answer to make it a tie again. Because the thought of choosing one makes me feel sick.
Because I can see how much it means to both of them. That even if this is for an alliance, it does mean more, even if none of us admit it out loud.
I fell for Rowan first. But I fell for Reggie just as deep. I need them both of them like I need air to breathe. Like without them, I’m out of balance.
They don’t just give me love. They give me hope. They make me powerful. They’ve given me a home.
As I lead them into the next room and close the door. I smile at how cute it is in here. Conan and Lily did a good job.
“We have one more game here, and then we have a change of scenery. Oh, also, I hope one of you drove?” I ask.
Reggie chuckles.
“Well, I assumed by Conan’s call the place was on fire, so yeah, my car is here.”
The energy has shifted, that decision weighing heavily on me.
The lighting is softer here, gold instead of red, warmer, almost homely.
For a moment, it doesn’t feel like a game room at all. It feels like a living room.
There’s a table with three chairs, a half-burned candle in the center, and a folded stack of cards waiting beside it.
I exhale slowly.
“This one’s called the Husband Test,” I say, turning back to them.
Rowan’s brows lift, curious. Reggie smirks like he already hates it.
“It’s simple,” I continue, walking toward the table and picking up the cards. “Each of you will take turns answering questions. No tricks. No dares. Just honesty.”
I pause, letting that word hang in the air.
