The bass throbbed low through the walls of the private club, dimmed lights casting golden glows on glass and skin. The air was scented with aged whiskey, expensive perfume, and nostalgia.

We weren’t kids anymore. But tonight, we’d agreed to act like it.

It was a reunion for our high school year, five years later. Someone had booked the club. Someone had suggested the game. Someone had written my name on a dare card.

And of all the people to pull my name from the bowl it had to be Jayden.

He looked even better than I remembered. Taller. Broader. Sharper jaw. Same cocky smirk. But behind that smirk tonight...