Like he enjoyed every second of it.
The bottle spun again.
Fast. Wild. Sparks reflecting in the dark glass as the whole circle leaned in, breath held, waiting.
I told myself I didn’t care where it landed.
I lied.
Because when it clicked to a stop, pointing athim, my heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat.
Riley.
The entire circle exploded.
“NO WAY—“
“This is gonna be legendary!”
Riley didn’t react. Not even a twitch of surprise. He just sat there like he’d known it would land on him.
He rested his elbows on his knees.
And took his sweet, infuriating time.
Then…
“I pick… dare.”
The crowd screamed.
The same guy from earlier, the one clearly destined to die by Riley’s hand someday, shouted above the noise.
“Since it’s Riley’s first time playing, maybeheshould pick who he wants to kiss!”
People howled, clapped, chanted.
A few girls practically threw their hands up.
“Kiss me!”
“Pick me, Riley!”
He didn’t even look at most of them.
He lifted his gaze deliberately, slowly scanning the circle with a predator’s patience… until his eyes stopped on one of the girls who’d been flirting aggressively with him earlier.
Her face lit up.
She leaned forward like he’d just chosen her soul.
She was ready.
Expecting it.
Begging for it without saying a word.
Riley held her gaze.
