Mariah
The game had already gotten wild. We were all sprawled out in a circle on the floor, the air thick with laughter and that electric buzz of secrets spilling out. My heart was still racing from watching two of my friends lock lips in the middle of the circle, their hands roaming shamelessly while the rest of us whooped and cheered them on.
"Damn, get it!" one of the girls catcalled, clapping. "Use some tongue, don't be shy!"
They broke apart flushed and grinning, and the bottle spun again. It landed on me.
"Truth or dare, Mariah?" my best friend smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief. She was the one who always pushed the dares furthest.
I swallowed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. I was freshly eighteen, still getting used to the way my body felt like it belonged to someone
