ASHLEY’S POV
The noise of the party had already been buzzing in my ears when Jason tugged on my wrist. His warm hand closed around mine like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Come on,” he said with that easy confident grin of his. “You’re not getting out of this one.”
I stumbled forward, laughing a bit “Wait, what are we doing?”
He led me into the living room where a group of people had formed a big circle on the floor. There was a glass bottle sitting in the center . Everyone looked loose, hyped up from the music and drinks.
“Spin the bottle,” Jason announced, pulling me down to sit next to him.
My pulse spiked. Oh God. Spin the bottle? Truth or dare? Those games always seemed like harmless fun until you were the one sitting in the circle, praying the bottle wouldn’t land
