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"I say truth," Law states.
Jeremiah and Jackson nod and Ezekiel reaches into the bowl. He unfolds the paper, smiles when he reads what's on it.
"What in your web browser would be embarrassing if someone saw it?" he reads. "Okay, guess I'll go first. Um, I have a folder in my bookmarks bar titledHands."
We all burst out laughing.
"What the hell does that even mean?" Lexa asks.
"Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain."
"I need to know," Charlotte adds. "Is it like a hand fetish, or are they hands holding things? Do you have some folder full of pictures of serial killer's hands or something?"
"You'll never know." Ezekiel grins then says, "Come on, the rest of you still need to answer."
"Cat videos," Jeremiah states. "I find them relaxing."
"O...kay," I say. "I'm dying to hear yours, Law."
He grins. "I have about fifty tabs open right now of flowers."
"Flowers?" I exclaim.
"I don't know why but I've become obsessed with looking at different ones. Different types, different colors."
"And last, but not, okay, maybe a little bit, least," Charlotte teases.
Jackson puts his hand to his chest in mock offense. "And after I just served you, what did you call it? The best food of your life?"
Charlotte rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Let's go. Fork over your truth."
"Okay. I've got... let's just say, I've got searches for food being in some uh, interesting places."
"Oh no, we need details!" Lexa shouts. "Tell us at least one."
He rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, peaches on nipples. I'm done. You go now."
Lexa looks at us. "Okay, guys, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Me and Charlotte both say.
Lexa grins. "That's why I love you guys."
She dips her hand into the bowl, pulls out a card, unfolds it. "Say something dirty to the person to your left. I just know one of the men wrote this."
I already know Law is to my left, but I look at him anyway, see a satisfying grin on his face. Maybe he wrote it.
"Char, I hope you're wearing panties, because I'd hate for your pants to get soaked." Lexa chuckles before leaning over to Charlotte's ear.
Charlotte’s eyes widen at whatever Lexa whispers to her. "No wonder you don't believe in love." She chuckles. “You're into that filthy stuff."
"Wait a minute," Jeremiah cuts in. "We should be able to know what's being said."
"Nope," I object. "Whoever wrote that dare should have worded it better. Come on, Char."
She leans over and whispers, "I keep picturing Jackson eating peaches off my nipples now."
I back away from her, raising my brows. "Well, well, Miss Lexington."
