Chase smirks, leaning close. “You can thank me later. Preferably with less clothing.”
She shoves him in the chest, but doesn’t take the grin or sunglasses off.
Drinks are redistributed, hair is smoothed out, sequins adjusted. My mouth is still tingling, and no amount of champagne will drown it out.
“Alright,” Zoe declares, settling back into her seat. “Back to Truth or Dare. Lulu just completed hers, which means she gets to ask the next victim.”
All eyes swing to me. I’m still breathless, still dizzy, still very much wishing the floor would swallow me whole. My gaze snags on Logan across the booth—broad shoulders, maddening smirk, like he hasn’t just detonated my entire life in front of the club.
“You,” I say, pointing before I can think better.
His brows tick up, slow and cocky. “Me?”
“Yes,” I snap, reckless. “Truth or Dare?”
His smirk sharpens on the spot. “Dare.”
Zoe slams her hand on the table like she’s been given the greatest gift of her life. “Oh my god, the man has a death wish.”
Charlie’s eyes are wide, Claire’s already filming, and Tamara is watching me too closely, lips pursed around her straw, sharp as a hawk.
Eli chooses this exact moment to lurch upright, nearly taking Reid down with him. “DARE!” he booms, sloshing his beer. “Gotta do it, rules are rules! No backing out, Tallooooolah!”
Tamara drags a hand down her face. “Eli, sit down.”
“Okay,” I start, fumbling for something relatively safe. “Um… I dare you to… finish your drink in one go.”
The reaction is immediate. A chorus of groans, boos, and dramatic head-thunks against the table.
“Lulu!” Zoe looks personally offended. “That’s your dare?”
Claire shakes her head, sipping her cocktail like a disappointed aunt. “Weak. So weak.”
Charlie nods. “Beyond weak.”
Tamara lifts a brow at me, unimpressed.
“I panicked!” I squeak, glaring at them all.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Zoe says, her grin going feral as she digs through the pile of arcade loot Chase dumped onto the table. “I’ve got this.”
She comes up with a garish plastic diamond ring, the fake pink stone so huge it could signal planes. She holds it aloft like she’s unearthed treasure.
“New dare.” She points the ring at Logan. “I dare you to propose to someone. Right here, right now.”
Eli pounds the table so hard, the drinks jump. “ICONIC! YES! He has to do it!”
Logan doesn’t even flinch, just shakes his head once. “Not happening.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Zoe whines. “It’s not arealproposal, just karaoke-club theatrics. Choose anyone you want!”
“Comeon, Poooookie!” Eli shouts, slurring. “It’s just a joke, live a little!” Which is hilarious, because if he knew the truth, living is not the word he’d be choosing for Logan.
Hutch’s grin is pure devilry because he knows. His gaze jumps from me to Logan and back, like he’s watching the greatest comedy of his life. “Come on, Miller,” he goads. “You scared or what?”
Logan’s jaw works, teeth catching on the inside of his cheek. For a moment, I think he’s going to shut it down completely, but then Zoe starts chanting, and Chase joins in, and soon, the whole booth is yelling his name.
He should get up and walk away. He should shut it down and head to the bar. But instead, his jaw ticks, and he thrusts his open palm out to Zoe. “Gimme the damn ring.”
