I did, didn’t I? lifts her chin, a slow smile spreading Fine. Theo.

looks up from where he’s been nursing a bottle of firewhisky Me?

Truth or dare.

Dare.

grins Kiss whoever you want to most in this room.

goes still, fingers tightening around his bottle. His gaze flicks—barely a second—toward the couch. Toward Mattheo, then toward You

under his breath Interesting.

sets the bottle down, and stands. He moves with quiet deliberation, crossing the circle

tilts his head, expression unreadable, but his jaw tightens

presses a brief, closed-mouth kiss to Mattheo’s lips, then pulls back, eyes never leaving his

low whistle

cackles Well, shit. Didn’t see that coming.