“It does the way we play it. Whoever it lands on has to choose between truth or dare. And if you choose dare, you spin again, and you’ve gottakisswhoever it lands on.”
“Oh really?” She arches an eyebrow. “You played this way before I came along?”
My face goes blank. Shit. And here I thought it was a foolproof plan to launch a makeout session with our Bonded.
“What? No!”
Micah starts laughing. “Dumbass.”
“Okay, fine, you caught me.” I feel my cheeks heat up, which is annoying. I don’t blush. Sean Brewer does not blush. “But I thought it would be fun with our Bonded. House rules, y’know?”
“House rules you just made up.”
“House rules I just made up, yes.”
Regina’s lips twitch. “I’m not complaining.”
Okay, so I guess Sean Brewer does blush. He blushes for his mate. I can live with that.
“Okay.” I clear my throat, spinning the bottle. It lands on Micah. “Truth or dare, bro?”
Micah sighs. “Truth.”
“Boring, but fine.” I think for a second. “What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done at a party?”
“That’s easy.” He grimaces. “I once tried to impress everyone by doing a backflip off a balcony and landed in a pool. Except there wasn’t a pool. It was a hot tub. With people in it.”
Regina snorts. “How did that work out for you?”
“Spoiler, um, no one was impressed. Especially the people I landed on.AndI hit my head so hard, I tried to hit on Sean.”
“Worst day of my life,” I muse.
Regina is already laughing, so the game’s a success right off the bat.
Micah spins the bottle and it lands on Rowan. “You’re up, man. Truth or dare?”
Rowan considers. “Dare.”
Micah stops to contemplate his fate for a few seconds and grins maniacally. “You have to prank call my sister.”
Rowan’s expression falls. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, man, those are the rules of truth or dare. Unless you’re…” He gives a long, dramatic pause, but we all know what’s coming. Even before Micah lifts his arms and does the chicken wing flap. “Chiiiiicken.”
Rowan rolls his eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, that works on Killian, not?—“
“Chiiicken,” I crow, leaping up alongside him and doing my own version of the dance, which involves a hand flapping on top of my head.
Rowan grimaces in disgust. “That’s not even a good?—“
“Chicken, chicken, chiiiicken!” Micah and I chant in unison, strutting around the group in a small circle.
Killian doesn’t join in like he usually would, either because of the whole werewolf thing or because he’s trying to be cool for Regina.
But our mate is laughing her ass off, which is a totally fair exchange for looking like a fucking tool. Haven’t heard that sound nearly enough lately and I’d gladly humiliate myself in front of the entire damn campus if it put a smile on her face.
Rowan’s eyes flick over to her and he sighs. “Fine,” he mutters, taking out his phone. “But this is stupid.”
