Because of what came after.
Because of what Logan said, of the way it turned into a wound we both pretended wasn’t still bleeding.
My jaw tightens.
Logan must see it, because his posture shifts subtly in the chair—more alert.
Jade doesn’t notice because Jade is a hurricane in human form.
She grabs a water bottle off the coffee table and spins it like we’re thirteen.
“Okay!” she announces. “Truth or dare? No limits.”
Blakely deadpans. “There are limits.”
Jade pouts. “Fine. No illegal limits.”
Logan mutters, “This is basically a hostage situation.”
I shoot him a look. “You agreed to come.”
“I agreed to sit quietly,” he says.
Jade’s bottle slows.
It points at Blakely.
Blakely sighs like she’s accepting her fate. “Truth.”
Jade grins. “When was the last time you cried?”
Blakely doesn’t blink. “This morning.”
Jade freezes. “Oh.”
Blakely continues, calm. “I spilled my coffee.”
Jade exhales dramatically, her eyes rolling hard. “Oh, what a travesty.”
Blakely’s mouth twitches. “Your turn.”
Jade spins again, and the bottle lands on Logan.
Jade’s grin turns feral. “Logan Brooks.”
Logan sits up a little, already wary. “No.”
Jade laughs. “Truth or dare?”
Logan exhales. “Truth.”
Jade’s eyes gleam. “Who was your first crush?”
Logan stares at her. Then at me. Then back.
His jaw ticks, and I can feel my heartbeat in my throat.
Jade leans in. “Answer.”
