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gather around the couch. Molly passes a bottle of clear alcohol to Nate and he takes a swig. Hardin’s hand is so large that it covers his entire red cup as he takes a sip. Another punk-looking girl joins the game, making it Hardin, Zed, Nate, Nate’s roommate Tristan, Molly, Steph, and the new girl.
    I’m just thinking that a drunken game of Truth or Dare can’t possibly end well when Molly says with a wicked smile, “You should play, too, Tessa.”
    “No, I’d rather not,” I tell her and focus my attention on a brown stain on the carpet.
    “To actually play, she would have to stop being a prude for five minutes,” Hardin tells them and they all laugh except Steph. His words anger me. I am not a prude. Yeah, I will admit I’m not by any means wild, but I’m not some cloistered nun. I glare at Hardin and sit down cross-legged in their little circle, between Nate and another girl. Hardin laughs and whispers something to Zed before they start.
    The first few truths and dares include Zed being dared to chug an entire can of beer, Molly being dared to flash her bare chest to the group, which she does, and Steph revealing the truth that her nipples are pierced.
    “Truth or dare, Theresa?” Hardin asks and I gulp.
    “Truth?” I squeak.
    He laughs and mutters, “Of course,” but I ignore him as Nate rubs his hands together.
    “Okay. Are you . . . a virgin?” Zed asks, and I choke. No one seems fazed by the intrusive question besides me. I feel the heat in my cheeks and the humor in everyone’s faces.
    “Well?” Hardin presses. Despite how much I want to run away and hide, I just nod. Of course I’m a virgin; the furthest Noah and I have gone is making out and some slight groping, over our clothes, of course.
    Still, no one seems outright surprised by my answer, just intrigued.
    “So you have been dating Noah for two years and you haven’t had sex?” Steph asks, and I shift uncomfortably.
    I just shake my head. “Hardin’s turn,” I say quickly, hoping to take the attention off myself.

chapter sixteen
    D are,” Hardin answers before I even ask him. His green eyes bore through me with an intensity that says I’m the one on the spot, that I’m the one dared to do something.
    And I falter, not having really thought this out, or expecting to be met with such a reaction. What should I dare him to do? I know he will do whatever it is, just because he won’t want to back down from me.
    “I . . . hmm. I dare you to . . .”
    “To what?” he says impatiently. I almost dare him to say something nice about each person in the group but I decide against it, however amusing it would have been.
    “Take your shirt off and keep it off the entire game!” Molly yells out, and I’m glad. Not because Hardin will be taking his shirt off, of course, but because I couldn’t think of anything and it eases the pressure of my having to give him orders.
    “How juvenile,” he complains, but he lifts his shirt over his head. Without meaning to, my eyes go directly to his long torso and the way the black tattoo ink stretches across his surprisingly tan skin. Under the birds on his chest, he has a large tree inked onto the skin of his stomach. The branches are bare and haunting. His upper arms have many more tattoos than I expected; small, seemingly random images and icons are scattered along his shoulders and hips. Steph nudges me, and I tear my eyes away from him, praying that no one saw me staring.
    The game continues. Molly kisses Tristan and Zed both.Steph tells us about her first time having sex. Nate kisses the other girl.
    How did I find myself in the middle of this group of hormonal college rock-and-roll misfits?
    “Tessa, truth or dare?” Tristan asks.
    “Why even ask? We know she will say truth—” Hardin starts.
    “Dare,” I say, surprising them and myself.
    “Hmm . . . Tessa, I dare you to . . . take a shot of vodka,” Tristan says, smiling.
    “I don’t drink.”
    “That’s the