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Damon leans back and steeples his fingers against his lips. “Person whose turn it is decides truth or fuck, marry, kill. They don’t want to answer they do the dare.”
Annie bites her lip and looks between us. “Who would choose truth?”
“You haven’t heard the fuck, marry, kill choices yet, goody.” Cam stands and walks over to the bar. “Besides, it’s more about the dares anyway.”
Grabbing a bottle of vodka and a few shot glasses, he brings them back to the couch and sets them on the table.
Annie’s nose wrinkles. “Vodka?”
“Good vodka.” Cam pours the drinks and passes them out. “One shot to start and loosen things up.”
I clink my shot against Annie’s and take the shot down my throat. Annie throws hers back and gasps. I capture the backof her neck and draw her in for a kiss. I don’t know about the others, but I plan on winning this game.
CHAPTER 9
EvanAnn
Warmth settlesthroughout me after the shot, and I lean against Hawk. Cam caps the bottle of vodka and puts it on the coffee table on its side.
“Spin for us, goody.”
I swallow nervously and lean forward to spin the bottle. When the bottle stops, it points to Damon. I lift my gaze to his, and he smirks.
“Evan.”
I straighten.
“Truth or fuck.”
My lips part and then I press them back together. “Interesting way to shorten it.”
Damon shrugs and gives me a mischievous smile. “Pick, little devil.”
I’m curious what sort of truth he’ll ask me, but it might be easier to go with fuck, marry, kill. Either way, I’m not sure I want to take a dare from Damon. Not down here where our parents might return home at any time.
Normally I wouldn’t worry, because Mom wouldn’t come to check on me. Normally I’d be doing homework or studying or something else equally boring. But she’s been concerned andfocused since the rose incident. It’s intense, but it can’t last. It never does because usually my life is pretty monotonous and boring.
I’m sure I’ll get back to the boring and monotonous from her point of view soon.
“Fuck, marry, kill.” Seems like I’ll be least likely to say no to.
Damon rubs his finger over his lip as those blue eyes study me carefully. “Cam, Hawk, and me.”
What? “It’s supposed to be celebrities, not real people. That’s not?—”
“It’s my choice, Evan.” Damon smirks. “So what’s it going to be? Who do you want to fuck, marry, kill or do you want a dare?”
I should have known he wouldn’t make it easy. I glare at him, but fuck him. “Fuck Hawk, marry Cam, and kill you.”
Damon’s chuckle is low and his eyes knowing. “You don’t want to kill me, little devil.”
“Right now?” I lift an eyebrow liketry me.
Damon leans in and spins the bottle. “You’d fuck us all.”
“Don’t be so sure about that.” I straighten like I wouldn’t be one hundred percent on board with whatever they want me to do. But we all know I would be. My traitorous body hums with the thought of them fucking me tonight. All of them.
The bottle lands on Hawk.
