Solange
Jaxon screamed over the crazy rain, "Okay, Lange! Truth or dare?"
The storm was going nuts outside, banging on the roof like it wanted to join us. The lounge smelled like wet feet and old snacks hidden under the couch. I sat on the lumpy beanbag, trying to look relaxed, but my stomach was flipping. Games like this can turn messy fast when you've got big secrets.
I shrugged. "Dare."
Jaxon's face lit up like he just found free pizza. "Yes! Perfect! Go get my secret stash from under my bed. We're making this game wild, truth or dare with shots if you chicken out!"
Ryker laughed hard. "Stash? You mean your dirty porno magazines?"
Jaxon gave him the middle finger. "Shut up, i***t. It's whiskey I sneaked in last week. Hidden in that fake big text book. Go on, Lange,
