Page 23 of Untraced Magic
“Tequila!” we all cried out in unison before licking the salt, knocking back our shots, and sucking on the lemon slices.
Colt shook his head, his lips curling in distaste. “Hell, Ty, I don’t know why you love this shit.”
I shrugged. “I don’t love this shit. No one does.”
He eyed me sideways, raising a brow, and I looked away.
The girls started dancing to a song on the coffee table and I laughed, remembering I bought it solid for this exact reason. I sat back watching them when Morgan’s eyes found mine.
It was becoming a regular thing, seeking her out in a room full of people, and it sent a fiery heat through me.
Taking a deep breath, I looked away, rubbing the back of my neck.
We were dancing a fine line, and I was grasping at the edge of reason and self-control. I’d let my guard down on the dance floor. I’d come so close to fucking up.Again. I needed to drown these thoughts. Numb my body toher.
I poured another shot of tequila, knocking it back.
Wes held an empty bottle in the air. “I call for truth or dare,” he announced over the music.
“Really, we aren’t eighteen anymore,” groaned Scarlet from where she was dancing with the other girls.
“Oh gods,” I heard Skye murmur, hopping off the coffee table to the ground.
Jade laughed. “Scar, you make us out to be ancient. I’m keen.”
I turned to Reid. “This is a bad idea…”
He necked another shot. “I’m down for whatever.”
Morgan jumped down from the coffee table, choosing to sit on top of it.
Wes turned down the music, and the rest of the group formed a circle. Spinning the bottle in his hand like a drumstick, his attention pinged around the room as he placed it in the middle.
I cursed. “Are we really doing this?”
“C’mon, Ty, lighten up.” Jade teased from the other side of the circle.
“If I do, I’m not touchingyoufilthy pricksormy sister,” I argued.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that,” Wes joked, steering Skye a sidelong look, and she gave him a stare that could have rivalled the Devil’s.
“Like fuck you will,” I scoffed.
Wes wouldn’t dare touch Skye. None of the guys would.
He rested the bottle in the middle of the circle as a grin spread over his face. “Let’s get the party started.”
Flicking his wrist, the bottle spun wildly before finally coming to a stop on Colt.
“Truth or dare, big dog?” Wes asked.
Colt sat on the floor against the couch, an arm resting on his raised knee. He pursed his lips for a moment before shrugging. “Dare.”
Wes smirked. “I dare you to kiss Morgan.”
Fucking hell.
Morgan shifted her weight, her expression tightening.
