The fire had burned low, just embers now, casting a soft orange glow over the living room. Most of the brothers had gone to bed after the embarrassing stories round. Only four of us remained: me, Dirk on my left, Dylan across from us in the armchair, and Liam stretched out on the rug with his head propped on a pillow.
The mood had shifted. Quieter. Warmer. A little dangerous.
Liam rolled onto his side, grinning up at us. “That was too wholesome. We’re not done yet. Let’s raise the stakes.”
Dylan raised an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”
“Spicier truths,” Liam said. “Same rules—no dares, just questions. But we go deeper. First kiss, worst hookup, secret fantasies… nothing off-limits unless you pass. And if you pass, you owe the group a favor later.”
My stomach flipped. Dirk’s thig
