The empty beer bottle clattered to a stop on the hardwood floor, its neck pointing straight at Mia. The six of them—curled up in a loose circle in Jake’s dimly lit basement—erupted in a mix of cheers and nervous laughter. It was past midnight, the vibes were peak cozy-chaotic, and everyone was a little tipsy from the spiked punch.

“Truth or dare, babe?” Leo asked, leaning back on his elbows with that signature smirk. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and he didn’t bother pushing ...