You hated it when he dragged you with him to his friends. Not that you had anything against his friends. Only against him. The problem was that your boyfriend and he were pretty good friends. You wanted to hate him, but you couldn't. You hated yourself for making out with him. With your boyfriends friend...

. . .

You all sat around the campfire that one of your Boyfriends friends had made in his front garden. You had just played a round of flat spinning until someone came up with the idea of playing truth or dare.

"All right," said Noah, the clown of the group of friends. "Who wants to start?''