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"I'm serious," he responded.

"Uh-huh."

"Do you want me to prove it?" His smirk grew.

"Later," I answered, attempting and failing to hide my smile.

"Never have I ever read smut on an airplane," Augustus said, his eyes landing on me.

"You've got to be fucking me," I muttered, pouring a drink and throwing my head back.

He just laughed. "That's what I thought."

He knew that it had to have been on our flight two days ago, since I had told him that that was the first time I'd ever been on a plane.

I narrowed my eyes. "Never have I ever been an annoying fucking bitch." When he didn't do anything, I death-stared him. "Casen, that's you."

He feigned confusion, shaking his head. "No... I think you just called out yourself, actually."

"No, you dumb asshole. Take a shot or I'll shove it down your throat."

A corner of his lips tilted up. "I'd like to see you try."

I poured the drink in his glass and put it to his mouth. "Open up."

He shook his head, pressing his lips together in a tight smile.

Maybe it was the vodka in my system, but I suddenly got bold. I pressed my knees on either side of his outstretched legs, straddling him. I put my thumb on his bottom lip, tugging lightly. "Open up," I said again, but my eyes were only on his mouth.

I felt his hands come up to my hips, attempting to push me away – or hold me steady. I didn't know.

I tugged on his lip again, this time harder. And when I looked up at him, there was something in his gaze. Something I couldn't place.

But he opened his mouth and let me force the shot down his throat. I grinned in victory, getting off of his lap, pumping my arms in the air. Everyone clapped and Augustus just shook his head from beside me.

"How about we play spin the bottle dares instead?" Aurora said, glancing at Callum.

He shrugged. "Sure." He screwed the lid back onto the bottle in his hand and laid it on its side in the center of our circle. He spun first and it landed on Rohan.

"Show us your latest search on your phone," Callum said.

Sighing, Rohan pulled up his google. We all saw him blush when he clicked the history.

"It's not what you think," he muttered, running a hand down his face. 

"'Can you get away with murder if you hide the body really well?'" I read aloud, my face contorted into laughter.

"That's a good question, actually," Aurora muttered, grabbing the phone and scrolling. "What were the search results?"

"You're joking," Augustus muttered, but when I glanced over at him, amusement was alight in his eyes.

"Aurora is right," I said, my gaze never leaving Augustus'. "I might need to learn about murder."

He looked at me, eyes now ablaze with mischief. "Me, too. You never know. It might come in handy."

Rohan took his phone back, his face still slightly pink with embarrassment. He quickly spun next, and it landed on me. He thought for a moment before asking, "Where is the craziest place you've had sex?"

I pressed my lips together. "Aren't you supposed to give me a dare?"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I dare you to tell us the craziest place you had sex."