Page 92 of Pucking Revenge

Sara covers her eyes with her free hand, totally trusting me to guide her. “Oh God. Do I even want to know?”

I laugh. “Maybe not.”

She peeks at me between her fingers, then sighs. “Okay, hit me with it.”

“War is the most competitive guy I know, right?”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“And Aiden is a shit-stirrer.”

She giggles. “Right.”

“During War’s turn, he chose truth, but then he refused to answer Aiden’s question. So Aiden dared him to get his dick pierced.”

“What was the question about?”

“Smart girl. How’d I know that’s what you’d focus on?”

She throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut. “I don’t really want to picture Tyler’s dick, so…”

I cough out a laugh. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s gonna be hard after this convo.”

“Oh no.” She squeaks. “Either way, I wanna know what the question was.”

“Aiden asked him why he missed that event. The one that Ava was so pissed about.”

“The one at the YMCA?”

“Yup.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell you guys the truth about that?”

I shrug. “No idea, but since he wouldn’t, he got his dick pierced.”

She barks out a laugh. “Oh my God. And you guys were all there?”

That’s when I wince. “Like I said, we’d all had a few drinks, so we went with him. And like idiots, we kept playing the game. War, being the mastermind that he is, came up with questions he knew we wouldn’t answer.”

“What was yours?”

My stomach plummets then. I shoulda known she would ask that. “He asked when the last time I had sex was.”

“And you wouldn’t answer it?”

“Well, he phrased it a bit differently, I guess.”

The crease between her brows deepens. “How did he phrase it?”

“He asked whether I’d been saving myself for you since we met.”

Her mouth falls open, and she brings a hand to her chest. “What?”

Truth time. I take a deep breath and will my stomach to stop rolling. “I guess that could be considered my secret, since I didn’t admit it that night.”

Sara spins and grabs the front of my shirt with both hands. Her movements are so abrupt her feet almost go out from under her, but I grasp her elbows to steady her.

“Wait,” she practically hollers. “Brooks Langfield, does that mean you have a piercing?”

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