Prue
“She was flying down, not running,” Andrew stated, still breathless, his eyes expressing mix of awe and disbelief.
I smirked, letting a hint of triumph curl at the corner of my lips. The thrill of outpacing someone like Andrew could never get old.
“What?” John asked, disbelief lacing his voice.
“My specialty,” I replied smoothly, giving John a teasing wink that carried both mischief and pride.
The dares continued, ricocheting from were to were like sparks in the night, each one more unpredictable than the last. At one point, I found myself at a table, elbow-to-elbow with Greg for an arm wrestling challenge. The air was thick with tension, a mix of anticipation and the subtle undercurrent of testosterone. Let's just say – I lasted. That was enough for me because, as everyone knows
