I swallow a laugh and then the game continues. The little glass bottle spins on its axis until it lands from Ethan to me.
"What's it going to be, Peach?" His question comes with a raise of his eyebrows.
"Dare, for a change."
"Hmm, let me see..." he thinks, running a hand over his chin and alternating his gaze between his friend and me. A flash of mischief passes through his eyes when he decides. "I dare you to win an arm-wrestling match against Logan, the same way as the video you sent me the other day."
Son of a gun! Using my addiction to sending random videos against me is a real low blow. And that one in particular is... a little compromising.
In the video, two guys have an arm-wrestling match, but as the contest starts, one of them uses his free hand to pull down the zipper of his jacket and show off the abs underneath. The opponent gets so distracted that he's defeated instantly. I sent it to Ethan with the message "Bet I'd beat you like this, all I'd have to do is show my boobs."
"What video?" Logan asks, but I ignore him.
Ethan looks at me with a sideways smile, watching me debate the matter internally. He's really enjoying this, isn't he?
Then I wouldn't be the one to back down.
I narrow my eyes and lift my chin in his direction.
"Are you sure?"
"I am, it'll be fun."
"Then let's go, player," I decide and slide forward until I'm sitting facing the coffee table. I rest my right arm on the wood and look at Logan. "Come on, Hayes," I demand, and he does come closer, but keeps looking at me in confusion.
"Can someone explain what's going on?" he asks, and I shake my head.
"You'll see, give me your hand." Logan makes a face like he's saying "these people have officially lost it," but obeys and also positions himself with his elbow on the table. His big, callused hand is a contrast against mine. I don't even need to be Edward Cullen to know Logan is thinking about how ridiculous this contest of strength is going to be.
"On three, okay?" Ethan warns, and I agree. "One... two..."
Before the dark-haired guy can get to three, though, I use my left hand to unbutton two buttons of the black shirt I'm wearing and expose the pink bra underneath. I squeeze my breasts between my forearms so they pop out even more.
Not that it was necessary. The same instant he catches sight of the exposed skin, Logan loses focus on everything else and I turn his hand until it slams hard against the table. An excited little squeal escapes me, and only then does the player seem to return to reality. His eyes rise to my face, then to his defeated arm, and finally reach Ethan.
"You... you..." he stammers, and Ethan cracks up too. I untangle my hand from Logan's and busy myself buttoning my top back up. Logan huffs and shakes his head. "Wow, that was dirty play."
"I know." It's all Ethan says, without stopping laughing. I'm slightly flushed with embarrassment, but I admit I found it fun. It proved how easy men were to manipulate.
We go back to our spots around the bottle. Again it lands from Ethan to Logan.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth," the blond decides, and it takes only a second before he throws out:
"Do you still feel attracted to Charlie?" It sounds more like a statement than a question, and it makes me swallow hard.
Logan's eyebrows almost reach his hairline again.
"No. I mean, yes. But... this again? I already said there's no one who doesn't feel attracted to her, okay?" Logan stammers, looking from me to Ethan, and something until now unprecedented for me happens: he blushes.
The pink color on his cheeks catches me so off guard that instead of being embarrassed or worried about setting a weird mood in the house, I find myself forced to press my lips together to hold in the laugh.
To distract myself, I focus on Ethan and give his arm a light smack.
"Will you stop torturing him?" I complain, but he shakes his head no.
"It's fun," the dark-haired guy claims, and I hear Logan huff. Ethan grabs my arm and pulls me until I'm sitting between his open legs. I lean back against his chest, relaxing, and his hands squeeze my waist.
