“I didn’t thank you,” I shoot back, which makes Scott whistle appreciatively.
“Why are your clothes off again?” I mutter.
“I mean, I had to dare him again. This time it’s staying off. Seriously, if you don’t want him, I’ll take him,” Daisy says with a shrug.
Scott laughs way too hard. “She’s obsessed with your man, Ce.”
“He’s notmy man,” I argue, flailing my hands in the air and making a stupid face that makes Scott glare at me like he’s annoyed.
Dylan sits down next to me, and I’m immediately hit with the scent of his cologne mixed with something that’s purely him. “Did the shots get to you?” he asks.
I nod, letting my eyes wander over his chest. “I’m a really good personal trainer.”
He laughs, and the sound makes my stomach flip. “You are.”
“I think you just have really good genetics, though. It almost doesn’t count.”
“It counts,” he says, still laughing. “Cecily.”
“Don’t say my name like that,” I demand, because the way he says it makes me feel like he’s about to say something else.
“Like what?”
“Like that. With that laugh and that smile. Get out of here.”
He raises an eyebrow and leans closer. “Cecily,” he says in a voice that’s deeper than usual.
“You two need to get a room already,” Scott says.
I glare at him with enough intensity to melt steel. “I will tackle you.”
Scott meets my glare with his own. Pointing the bottle at me on purpose. “Truth or dare, Ce?”
“Dare,” I say, because I’m incapable of learning from my mistakes.
“Backyard. Tackle this guy.” He nods toward Dylan.
“Bro,” Dylan says, and he actually sounds concerned. “Knock it off. Come on. It’s her first time out with us, so don’t scare her with your bullshit.”
“Are you scared I’ll take you down?” I challenge, because the alcohol has made me feel invincible.
I lift a sassy brow at him.
Dylan glances at me with a hint of that perfect smile. “You’re willing to tackle me?”
“I get a twenty-foot head start, then yeah,” I smirk because I’m pretty sure I can take him. How hard can it be?
He shakes his head. “You are not going to be able to take me down, Ce.”
I scrunch my face at him. “Pfft. Bring it on, hockey boy.”
We all migrate outside, where the real party is happening. Rocky yells at everyone to get the fuck out of the way, because it’s his house and he can do that. Dylan positions himself in the middle of the yard in his boxers, and I walk backward until I hit the fence.
The countdown starts, and my heart begins racing. “Five! Four!”
My eyes lock on Dylan’s, and he’s smiling like he’s about to enjoy this way too much.
“Three!”
