The wine bottle spins again.
Round and round and—of course—it stops at Yuyu.
I'm not even excited anymore. Not even curious. All I can feel is Jiang's lap under me, his warmth, his chest against my side, and my dignity slowly evaporating into the air.
Please.
Just get these two rounds over with.
I want freedom. Oxygen. Pants that are not betraying me.
Yuyu reaches into the dare box and pulls out a card.
She reads it.
"Call out your partner with a name you only use when you're alone."
Oh.
She waves it off immediately. "Ugh, it's no big deal."
She turns to look at Zeyan.
Zeyan, who is sitting there perfectly composed. Calm posture. Neutral expression.
Except—
His eyes.
They are begging.
Silently. Desperately.
Please don't.
Please have mercy.
I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
Jiang tilts his head, curious. "Why is this difficult?"
Sir.
You are too pure for this world.
Yuyu grins slowly, dangerous and flushed, enjoying every second of Zeyan's quiet suffering.
