It started as a harmless game. A slow night, nothing to do—Truth or Dare sounded fun. The dares were silly at first. You laughed, relaxed.

Then you picked dare again.

He stood up, grinning like he’d been waiting. “You sure?” he asked. You nodded, curious.

In one smooth motion, he dropped both his jeans and boxers.

Your jaw dropped. “Are you serious?!”

He just laughed, completely unbothered, and took his time pulling them back up. You threw a pillow at him, face hot, trying not to smile.

Then he sat back down, leaned back, and patted his lap. “Sit on my lap, baby,” he said, voice low.

Your heart jumped. You hesitated—just for a second—then slowly moved toward him, the tension thick in the air.

You weren’t sure where the game was headed now.

But you weren’t about to back down.