Chapter 2
“Okay, here’s the idea,” I continue, my throat dry so I grab my beer for a quick sip, the cool liquid doing nothing to calm the fire starting low in my belly.
“We grab a jar or a bowl, whatever’s around, and everyone writes down dares on slips of paper. Dirty ones, the stuff we’d never admit out loud normally. Then we draw one at a time, and whoever pulls it has to do it. We set a timer if needed, but the point is to let go, see where it takes us.”
The room goes quiet for a beat, just the hum of the fridge in the kitchen and our collective breathing, heavier now, like we’re all feeling the weight of what I’m proposing.
Ronan’s the first to break it, letting out a deep laugh that rumbles through his chest, his hand slapping his knee as he nods enthusiastically.
“f**k, Mason,
