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“What do you think you’re doing?”
I look over my shoulder and glare at my brother. “I was having fun, but you’re ruining it. What are you even doing here, Nixon?”
“Prescott told me to come.”
I roll my eyes, returning my attention to the game. “Of course he did.”
Because why wouldn’t he? They’re best buds, after all.
“You’re drunk.”
“Positively buzzed,” I counter just as Spencer spins the bottle. I watch the bottle go round and round, making me dizzy until it finally starts to slow down. I blink. On me.
“Truth or dare, Cole?” Spencer smirks at me.
“Dare.”
“What?” Grace turns to me. “You can’t pick dare again.”
“Why not? It’s more fun that way.”
“Truer words have never been spoken,” Spencer says, tapping the corner of his mouth. “Hmm… let’s see… How about you drink a shot?”
“That’s your famous dare?” The ginger hockey player sitting a few places away from him asks. “You’re getting lousier the more you drink, Monroe.”
Spencer gives him a who-do-you-think-I-am look as he turns back to me. “Straight from somebody’s mouth.”
“Be my guest,” I shrug. “This one’s a win-win for me.”
Spencer grabs the bottle and spins it once again. “And the lucky winner is…”
For whatever reason, it feels like forever as the bottle goes around our little circle until it stops.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” I mutter, my eyes meeting the dark gaze that’s been on me for the past hour.
Spencer rubs his hands together. “This is going to be fun.”
We just stare at one another across the room. Anticipation builds inside my stomach. A part of me expects him to back out, but he doesn’t.
Spencer grabs a clean shot glass and fills it with whiskey. “C’mon, Wentworth. Lay down and put the shot in your mouth.”
“You’re an idiot. You know that?”
“But you’re having fun.”
Prescott grumbles something as he does what he’s told, a first. My heart starts beating faster as I move closer to him.
Those eyes find mine instantly and don’t back off.
I place my hand over his chest and lean over him, my hair falling down like a curtain, shielding us from the rest of the group.
Prescott’s eyes darken as if he, too, just realized that. I lower a few more inches, feeling the heat of his body underneath me, the flexing of his muscles under my fingertips.
“Pull her hair back,” Spencer yells, breaking me out of the moment, and reminding me that we aren’t alone. Not really. A few people voice their agreement.
“Seriously?” I mutter, my fingers flexing and gripping the material of Prescott’s shirt.
“Hell, yes. We can’t see for shit.”
