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I have a few interesting ones in mind, but I’m not quite ready to go there just yet. I need to lose a little bit more of my inhibitions.

So, for now, I simply say, “I dare you to get us two more beers.”

“Seriously?” When I nod, he stands and, chuckling, tells me, “I’d do that without a dare, you know?”

“I know. I just couldn’t think of anything else,” I fib.

He picks up our bottles and empty shot glasses and walks over to the bar.

Damn, his ass is fine in those faded jeans.

Hockey players have the best butts, I swear.

An image of me grabbing onto that ass, sans jeans as he’s thrusting into me, consumes my thoughts.

Definitely feeling the drinks now.

I let out a sigh, and when Finn returns with the beers, he eyes me curiously. “What are you thinking about, Sammie?” he asks as he sets our bottles on the coffee table.

Like I’m going to share that!

Shit, I hope he doesn’t ask for what I was thinking to be my next truth.

Quickly, I say, “Nothing,” and then preemptively add, “I’ll go with a dare next too.”

“Okay.” He sits back down and then, meeting my gaze, says softly, “I dare you to give me a hug.”

Uh-oh, I think he’s feeling the alcohol too.

He’s quick to amend, “Just a friendly one, of course.”

“Of course,” I echo, biting my lip.

Damn, this is a dare I really, really want to do. And I feel just buzzed enough to do it and do it well.

So here goes nothing…or maybe everything.

Scooting down the sofa till I’m right next to Finn, I keep my eyes on his wide chest. I’m afraid if I look up, he’ll see just how much I freaking want to do this dare, probably even more so than him.

Yeah, I’m starting to feel my barriers coming down.

But I’m conflicted.

I’m scared and unsure.

I want to “let go” in so many more ways than what I originally intended, but I don’t know how.

Just do your damn dare, Sammie. You’re overthinking this.

Well, no more of that.

Leaning in and wrapping my arms around Finn, I lean my head on his shoulder and, to keep it “friendly,” I pat him on his back like you would with a relative.

I am such a geek.

But my awkwardness doesn’t deter him from trailing his strong, warm hands up along my back, urging me closer to him.

I relax and quit patting, and he murmurs softly, “This is nice.”

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