Page 121 of Falling

“Exactly. At least someone agrees with me.” She points at me, wiggling her finger in my face. Instinctively, I bite at the end of her finger before gripping her wrists and kissing them. She laughs, her pretty cheeks glowing as she slides back into my lap. God, I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.

“You two are impossible,” Scarlett grumbles, slouching back in her seat and throwing her hands up in defeat.

“Okay,” Harry draws out, looking at me and Wren before turning to Kennedy. “Ken, truth or dare?”

“Didn’t we just say we’re not playing that?” Wren asks, bending over me to look over at Harry.

“Yeah,weare, but not with you two,” Harry replies, returning his attention to Kennedy. Wren nods and snuggles herself deeper into me. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“If you could have three wishes, what would they be?” We all start laughing at how different this question is compared to Evan’s ones at Christmas. Kennedy rolls her eyes, pushing her long, curly hair over her shoulder.

“I’d wish for endless film in my camera, an endless supply of ice cream, and… a person, like an assistant, who can tell me endless conspiracy theories so I’d never run out.” Kennedy lifts her chin up and grins.

“That was a boring answer,” Harry says.

“It was a boring question,” Kennedy argues, raising her eyebrow. Harry shakes his head with a laugh.

“Why are they all endless?” he asks.

“What would be the point of having wishes for them to run out?” Kennedy responds but Harry shrugs. She leans up in her seat, trying to peer over into the kitchen. “Grayson! Truth or dare?”

Gray leans in the doorway of the kitchen, giving Kennedythatlook that he does when he's trying to flirt without really flirting. It would be sleazy and gross, but he’s got the face of a baby, so he just looks stupid. “Truth.”

Kennedy pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, thinking for a moment before saying, “What is one thing I don't know about you?”

“How much time I spend thinking about you,” Gray drawls. All the girls gag. Harry coughs, punching his chest a few times like his comment sent dust straight into his throat. “I'm kidding, Ken, jeez. Anyway, it turns out Evan is not the only child prodigy. I play piano too.”

Scarlett's eyes widen. “Evan plays piano?”

Gray nods. “Yeah, I caught him once in the music rooms on campus. Apparently, he was born into it like me. But he takes it a lot more seriously. I do it to impress the ladies.” Gray winks at Wren, and she snorts.

“Thank you, Gray, for that pocket of information about Evan that I can now use against him,” Scarlett replies, beaming.

“How are you going to use the fact that he’s a pianist against him?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I dunno. I just will.”

I swear those two will kill each other one day.

Gray turns to me and says, “Davis. Truth or dare?”

Wren looks up at me, her blue eyes dancing with mischief. “Dare,” I say, turning back to Gray. He quickly chugs the bottle of water that has materialized in his hands.

“Pick a vegetable,” he demands.

“What?”

“Just pick one, you dimwit,” he retorts.

“Fine. Celery.”

“Ooh, bad choice, Davis,” Gray tuts. He goes into the fridge, rifling around for said vegetable before holding up a stick of celery. He throws it to me, and I catch it with one hand. “Since your beautiful girlfriend, here, threw out all your good food, you can brush your teeth with that and see if she'll kiss you.”

I think about it for a minute, but with the way my girl’s eyes light up at the suggestion, I can’t say no. I do as he says, feeling disgusting as the green stick rubs against my teeth. I don't know why I chose it. It's the worst vegetable. The girls look at me in horror, and Wren laughs, finding joy in my pain.

“You arenotkissing me with that mouth, Davis,” Wren demands, holding her finger in my face at a distance. I make a pouty face at her, and she grimaces.

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