POV’s Philip
I decided that I wasn’t in the mood to come up with some romantic, elaborate lie, and drank from my beer.
“He doesn’t want to reveal just how much of a romantic he can be,” Tate murmured sweetly, offering me an adoring smile fitting for a doting girlfriend.
Sure. Romantic.
“Oooooh, Captain, are you secretly a big ol’ softie?” Connie mocked from across the hot tub.
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Connie, truth or dare?” He was going to regret this.
“Dare, cause I’m not a chicken like you,” he said in a cocky tone.
I was going to make him regret that. “Go eat the last patty.”
Connie’s face blanched, and everyone gasped.
“Or are you gonna chicken out?” I wondered.
Connie slowly got up, marching to the platter like he was marching to a death sentence.
Everyone stared as
