“Alright, enough stories,” Alex said. “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”
Michael groaned. “Let’s not. This isn’t high school, and someone might take someone up on a crazy dare, and we’ll have a repeat of Iceland.”
“What happened in Iceland?” Mia asked.
“The Icelandic ice bath disaster,” Lincoln said with sheer amusement.
“This I've got to hear,” I said with a smile, cheering back up.
“Michael dared Alex to jump into a glacial lagoon.” Lincoln chuckled. “Alex forgot to take off his smartwatch, which died and sent a distress signal to his assistant. A search and rescue party with a freaking helicopter surrounded us before we knew what was happening.”
“Michael,”Mia gasped. “That doesn’t sound like you.”
It was true. He seemed the most serious and level-headed in the group.
Michael shrugged. “I didn’t think the nut job would actually do it.”
“You know I never back down from a challenge,” Alex returned. “And there’s nothing wrong with reliving our high school glory days. Who’s up for the game?”
“How about we stick to a game oftruth?” Jamie suggested. “That should help us avoid another disaster.”
“Alright, whoever doesn’t want to tell the truth has to take a shot,” Alex said, putting a bottle of rum in the middle of our circle.
“Let’s do it,” Charlotte said.
My curious nature liked the thought of a game of truth. “May I go first?” I asked.
Charlotte grinned. “Go for it.”
“This one is for Spencer.”
“Bloody hell,” he groaned.
“Curiosity has been killing me. Are you really royalty?"
The other ladies turned to him with wide eyes. We were all dying to know. Spencer had never confirmed it, though it was hinted at.
He eyed the bottle of rum. I thought he’d take the shot, but he sighed. “Alright, fine. Yes.”
Charlotte, Mia, Olivia, and I gasped in unison.
“But it’s not a big deal, so let’s move on,” Spencer said.
I scoffed.Not a big deal?It washuge. But he seemed uncomfortable, so we dropped it.
The longer the game went on, the spicier things got… The drunk we got, too. There was a nice balance of truth-telling and choosing to keep secrets, so the rum bottle was almost empty. We were determined to keep going until it was dry. The questions kept coming.
“Lincoln,” Spencer said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Since you like to put me on blast for my sexual proclivities, when didyoulose your virginity?”
“I can answer that,” I said, barely holding back a giggle.
“Youcan?” Lincoln turned to me with wide eyes.
I smirked. “Uh-huh.”
“Answer, answer,” Olivia chanted. The alcohol had really pulled her out of her reserved shell.
“Yeah, answer,” Lincoln said, eyeing me with suspicion.
