“Wanna hit up the Trent house like old times?” Harper asked, winking.
“Sounds good to me. I’m not ready to go home anyway,” I said.
“Hun, our home is practically your home,” Harper said.
Hun.
I was wondering if he was still gonna call me by that fun little nickname.
We all made our way back up the mountain and parked out back of the Trent house. We made our way inside and dumped ourselves into the living room, and Chance was the one that started breaking out the liquor. Stories were told, memories were relived, and soon, Owen was accusing Rowan of lying about something or another.
“You weren’t under that long,” Owen said. “Only a few seconds.”
Rowan shook his head firmly. “I was under that water for damn near a minute, Owen. I’m serious.”
“You’re an idiot,” Owen said.
“And you’re pissed that you just have faulty memories of our childhood,” Rowan said.
“You’re lying, and you know it,” Owen said.
“I’m really not,” Rowan said.
“If you’re not lying, then prove it. Run some water in the sink and let me hold you there for a minute.”
“There are consequences for lying, you know?” Harper said. “I wouldn’t make Owen pony up.”
“‘Pony up’? The hell you talkin’ about?” Blake asked.
“Consequences?” I asked. “You mean like… Truth or Dare consequences?”
“Hey, guys, Tinkerbell wants to play Truth or Dare!” Ethan yelled.
“Not at all what I said,” I exclaimed.
“Truth or Dare! Truth or Dare! Truth or Dare!”
Soon, all the boys were chanting, drowning out my protests while I sighed and rolled my eyes. I plopped down onto the couch with my drink in my hand, shaking my head while all the boys settled around me. Their faces were beaming with delight while Chance refilled everyone’s drinks but I shooed him off when he tried to refill mine.
“Empty stomach, guys,” I said. “Still gotta think straight.”
“All right, ladies first,” Harper said.
“What, I get blamed for the game being my idea and now I gotta go first?” I asked.
“Ladies first. Ladies first, Ladies firs—”
“All right, all right. Shut up with the weird voodoo chanting.”
They all chuckled and relaxed as Owen eyed me carefully.
“Kyra, truth or dare?” he asked.
“Truth.”
I watched a devilish grin settle onto his cheeks before he leaned forward and settled his elbows on his knees.
“You have to tell us all which brother you’d prefer to fuck. You know, if you absolutely had to fuck one of us.”