“Didn’t we just say we’re not playing that?” Wren asks, bending over me to look over at Harry.
“Yeah,weare but not with you two,” Harry replies nonchalantly, returning his attention to Kennedy. Wren nods and snuggles herself deeper into me. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“If you could have three wishes, what would they be?” We all start laughing at how starkly different this question is compared to Evan’s ones at Christmas. Kennedy rolls her eyes, pushing her long curly hair over her shoulder.
“I’d wish for endless film in my camera, endless supply of ice cream and… a little person, like an assistant, that can tell me endless conspiracy theories, so I’d never run out.” Kennedy lifts her chin up and grins.
“That was a boring answer,” Harry says.
“It was a boring question,” Kennedy challenges, raising her eyebrow. Harry shakes his head with a light laugh.
“Why are they all endless?" he asks.
“What would be the point of having wishes for them to run out?” Kennedy responds but Harry shrugs. "Greyson! Truth or dare?"
Grey leans in the doorway of the kitchen, giving Kennedythatlook that he does when he's trying to flirt without really flirting. "Truth."
Kennedy pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, thinking for a moment before saying, "What is one thing I don't know about you?"
"How much time I spend thinking about you," Grey drawls. All the girls gag. Hell, I do too. "I'm kidding, Ken, jheez. Anyway, it turns out Evan is not the only child prodigy. I play piano, too."
Scarlett's eyes widen. "Evan plays piano?"
Grey nods. "Yeah, he was born into like me. But, he takes it a lot more seriously. I do it to impress the ladies." Grey winks at Wren and she snorts.
"Thank you, Grey, for that pocket of information about Evan that I can now use against him," Scarlett replies, beaming. I swear those two will kill each other one day.
"My pleasure," Grey replies before shifting his attention to me. "Davis. Truth or dare?"
Wren looks up at me, her green eyes dancing with mischief. "Dare," I say, turning back to Grey. He quickly chugs the bottle of water that has materialised in his hands.
"Pick a vegetable," he demands.
"What?"
"Just pick one," he retorts.
"Uh, celery?"
"Ooh, bad choice, Davis," Grey tuts. He goes into the fridge, rifling around for said vegetable before he holds up a celery stick. He throws it to me and I catch it with one hand. "Since your beautiful girlfriend, here, threw out all your good food, you can brush your teeth with that and see if she'll kiss you. And if Wren is as-"
"Careful," I warn, "how you finish that sentence, Grey."
He shakes his head laughing. "Just brush your damn teeth, Davis."
I do as he says, feeling disgusting as the green stick rubs against my teeth. The girls look at me in horror and Wren laughs, finding joy in my pain.
"You arenotkissing me with that mouth, Miles," Wren demands, holding her finger in my face at a distance. I make a pouty face at her and she grimaces.
"Baby, you're forgetting that theres a million different ways I can get you off without my mouth. But trust me, you'll be begging to kiss me by the time I'm done with you," I whisper for only her to hear. The second I move my face away from hers, her cheeks inflame.
The game continues around us as Kennedy asks Harry, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Harry replies, leaning forward to look at her better.
“Awh, I was kinda hoping you’d say truth,” Kennedy sulks, a smirk playing on her lips.
