MAYA’S POV
I should’ve left twenty minutes ago. But no, someone had to pull out a damn bottle and yell “Truth or Dare!” like we were seventeen and bored. Unsurprisingly, it was one of the Bennett triplets. I think the loud one. Or the one with the killer winged eyeliner. Honestly, they all blurred together. I see why Evan was confused.
I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, clutching my third red cup of sugary wine punch, already tipsy and deeply regretting my life choices.
Evan was behind me on the couch, half-listening, half-scrolling through his phone, looking like every girl's summer sin. Shirtless again. But of course he was, and yes, his abs had their own gravitational pull, but no, I wasn’t about to admit that out loud. Like ever.
“Maya,” one of the triplets said in her usual
