Dirty (short stories)
Her dress began riding up, the circle cheered her on, Liam watched, his fingers clenched on the floor, his Jaws locked together.
The thirty seconds felt like forever to him.
When it ended, she sat back down and looked at Liam.
His eyes were burning.
The bottle was spunned again, it landed on Liam again.
“Truth or dare?” Sophia asked.
“Dare,” he said, his voice tight.
She leaned in close. “Kiss me, in front of everyone, like you mean it.”
The circle went quiet for a second, then cheers exploded.
Liam stood up, walked to her and pulled her to her feet, his hand on her waist, the other hand in her hair.