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I’m letting go.

The shot is clearly hitting me.

Now let me work on this beer. I had a decent buzz before, but it was slowly wearing off.

Now I’m feeling the alcohol again.

I don’t drink too often, or too much, so it doesn’t take a lot.

Finn’s brow is creased as he takes a sip of his beer. As he lowers the bottle, keeping it in his grasp, he looks like he’s contemplating something.

I bet he feels how the vibe of the night has changed.

Well, my new, hot-as-hell friend, it’s about to get a whole lot more interesting. Buckle up!

Clearing my throat and pointing my bottle at him, I ask, “Do you want to play a game?”

“Um, I don’t know.” He looks really confused now. “What kind of game are we talking about here?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I was thinking something simple and easy. Like a good, old-fashioned round or two of Truth or Dare.”

“Wow.” He takes a drink from his bottle. “I haven’t played that one in a long time.”

“Yeah, me neither. But I was thinking we can just make up our own rules. Like, we don’t have to have a winner or a loser. We’ll just play until we’re bored.” I shrug. “I don’t know. It could be a fun way to get to know each other a little better.”

“That’s true.” Finn sets his bottle down on the coffee table and claps his hands once. “Let’s do it.”

“Great.” I smile at him. “Do you want to be the first victim? Like, I’ll ask you something to start?”

He leans back and crosses his arms. “Uh-oh. Okay, sure. But go easy on me.”

I laugh. “Okay.” Twisting to face him, I ask in a serious tone, “What’ll it be? Truth or dare, Finn?”

Chuckling, he says, “I’m going to play it safe and go with a truth.”

“Aww.” I pshaw. “You’re no fun.”

“Heyyy,” he protests.

“Just kidding.” I give him another smile to let him know I’m truly only teasing. “Okay…” I consider a few options and go with, “Here’s one—is there anyone on the Thunder team you dislike?”

He thinks it over and replies, “You know what? I know this is going to sound like a media answer, but no, not really. Sure, there are some guys I mesh with better, but overall, there’s no one I blatantly can’t stand. We really do have a good bunch.”

“Wow, that’s good.” I blow out a breath, readying for what he may ask or request me to do. “I guess it’s my turn, then.”

Rubbing his hands together deviously, he says, “Yes, it is. So, Sammie, will it be a truth or a dare for you?”

Winking at him, since I’m feeling pretty good right about now, I say, “Dare.”

His brows shoot up. “Ooh, brave girl.”

“Uh-oh. What do I have to do?”

His eyes dart to my bottle on the coffee table as he says, “How about I dare you to chug the rest of your beer?”

“Ha!” I laugh. “Not a problem.” With no hesitation, I chug down what’s left and set the bottle back on the table with a light thud. “Done.” I raise a brow at his surprised gaze. “Your turn. Truth or dare, Finn?”

“Well, you did one, so I’m going to have to match you. Hit me with a dare.”

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